I fix two eggs for my breakfast this morning. I cannot find my way out of the fog. I will trick it later on and crawl out from under it. It feels warm and mushy…as if I could freeze it hard with something bright and cold and then shatter it with a sudden movement. Of course those ideas can be illusory. They can fool you into doing very bad things sometimes. The locusts are howling inside my head again. It is a minor annoyance. I put them back, deep in the woods in Ohio in the summer near Kiser Lake.