Not the case this iteration. As time has worn on, my mind has become freer and freer, moments of clarity becoming ever more frequent. Continuously more efficient, thoughts crystallize into succinct points of reference in my brain, coming together as pieces and building into (hopefully) coherent wholes.
That is now ended. I no longer feel the Floyd-esque cool, amber waves smoothing over all unwell.
Today I turned in my first real, official, shiny job application. The pile of books requiring attention is suddenly even more repulsive as I ponder the coming mental strain of these next weeks.
Small wheel turnin' by the fire in the rod,
big wheel turn by the grace of God,
every time that wheel turn round,
bound to cover just a little more ground.
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down...