What is wrong with my mind today?
It is empty, dead and barred like a fireplace grate. The bars are the fretful thing, as they prevent me from investigating the usurpers. Some new government, utterly foreign and despicably strange.
No words exist that could possibly explain what I'm experiencing; when I look into my brain, I see nothing but blackness. It is only to be expected. When there is no understandable language, the only options are silence or unintelligible noise.
Perhaps the problem is some malfunction between my eyes and brain? It's a possibility--that, or the brain has forgotten how to properly respond to information. Surely the information is getting there--I see all the objects in our sitting room, after all--yet they stir no thoughts in me, no spark of memory. I merely acknowledge their presence.
The real problem--though I barely understand--is that I see them as color and form, not ideas and associations. The pictures of criminals on my walls are only monochromatic splotches in rectangular frames. My top hat is a cylinder of ebony. The cocaine bottle is a vaguely interesting collection of sparkles, while the window is a transparent rectangle with images on the other side, moving about like a shadow show.
What will it take to give speech back to my brain?