But I'm still puzzled. I've always been puzzled, so this is no surprise, but acknowledging that I'm puzzled and thinking I ought to be surprised is a bit of a surprise. I tried to remember some of those clumps of words (that sounded like phrases but weren't) but I only recalled one. Words are strange things. Brains are even stranger. My brain seems to have a mind of its own. We aren't on speaking terms, though we both have plenty of words. The words just don't make sense. Maybe I'm still asleep and this is all a dream. But probably not. It would be the first time I know of that I ever ate a banana in my sleep, and there's the peel right over there. Proof! But proof of what? Hell if I know. I'm just a stranger here. Stranger and stranger every damned day.
I could probably go on like this for some time, but probably shouldn't, so I won't. If only all this broken stuff could be fixed.