A woman sits crossed legged facing the camera. She has her hands on her ears and is screaming. Screws fly outwards from her body.
Blog, The Albatross

Screw loose

I thought I was crazy. My mind didn't work in the way it always had. Instead of firing quickly, it had almost ground to a halt. Cerebral thought was like walking through treacle. Everything was foggy, a record stuck on a scratch, a computer powering down. The most basic of tasks required my full attention, making a cup of tea, driving. I couldn't make a decision, closed questions only please and I couldn't always answer those. I was a computer which didn't compute. But below this robotic exterior, something was screaming with all its might. I couldn't heat it, but I could feel it. It was small and far away, but it was powerful.