Not too long ago, there were ideas. They would materialize into words... words that would compound into phrases... sentences. Eventually, a relevant body of thought would appear in the form of text. Now, it's all a blur of memories, short-term and long-term. They all float in the foreground and background. Imagine a picture that's out of focus, and all you can see is the bokeh of the lights, then try to picture a series of blurred out words and memories inside each light.
It seems harder now than ever to get the memories and words to come together to form something meaningful. Tonight I could see clearly enough to type out this meaningless bit. Hopefully, more will come soon.