Often its during periods of consciousness, moments occur bringing us down in psychological encumbrance, an exhausting loss of sense that draws you in to thoughts of dread, originating within the area proximate between a heart and head, if I had to guess as to how bad it is, I will say it appears to be much harder than, being doused in chum in the middle of a capitalist ocean bartering with a swarm of starving shark monopolists, only accepting payments in water when all I have in my wallet is a whole lot of oxygen questioning why I also dont have double that amount in hydrogen, of which I then could spend, all of that combined to get, aware with my aches too old, that inherently block my eyes when it's way too cold, a long and close look may just show an array of ones and zeros fit to remain composed, making a living, too blunt, what a ways they go, a megaparsec in a nanosecond, into outer space unknown, my nauseating pondering somehow for myself personally explains alone, an only self among all mentality, as if reality itself is a being that went and changed it's clothes, causing one to feel like their brain cant control, feeling the way they feel in body inside and out, a cognitive weight that overtakes their soul.