I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.~Emily Dickinson
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Yup. Pretty much this. It’s the end of the school year, which means that of course nothing is going smoothly and everything is fraught with complication, so I’m just going to leave it at this and call it good.
The Emily Project 