I don't really find much enjoyment or satisfaction in posting my thoughts for others to read. I don't even really have thoughts, more like flits of cognitive brain activity. At least, it seems more so like that as of late.
The last time I can remember my brain working overtime, trying to desperately recreate just one single thread of consciousness, was when a man walked into my work. I wanted to ask him for his number, but I didn't. I think I may have seen him again a few weeks after, riding a bike past my house. He looked at me as he passed my house, and then continued to glance over his shoulder a good number of times before fading off int