Trying to read Ghost in My Brain.
I can force myself to read pages but then I develop headache and have a hard time keeping focus on the page. I end up reading a short section then stopping with fatigue, coming back to it later, reading another short section, having problems, and stopping. It is a cyclic form of progression.
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On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I became lost on the way to the meeting. We arranged to meet in Chelsea, a town just north of one of Gargantua’s major facilities, a location I had visited many times before by both car, and bicycle. I felt confident of being able to get there without difficulty. Over confident. The route required only one left turn followed by two rights. No problem.
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Since the last entry I have been struggling, or rebuilding. I am unsure which is the appropriate term. Basically, I have been building bridges.
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