Sometimes in our confusion, we see not the world as it is, but the world though eyes blurred by the mind.
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.