Looking Backwards.
This morning I recalled the time in London when I literally couldn't remember a single thought about me. The often deafening noise in my mind, which I am currently working to defeat, was gone. I looked about me and wondered why I knew nothing anymore. It was frightening to suddenly know nothing yet it also felt to me a relief and release. The location I will never forget: where Jamaica Dock joins Shad Thames and runs up stream to Tower Bridge with its bold gothic Victoriana. The last few months have brought home the factor I am being driven insane by this shout'y' voice that interrupts my every breath. I want it gone.