when did using my brain become so hard? at what point did it begin to hurt me every time i'm faced with actually having to think?
why does it feel like my brain's leaking out, slowly, dripping behind my back? as if day by day, my abilities decrease and my intelligence drops away into an iq abyss?
i remember, as if in a dream, being far smarter than i am today. i remember being a lot sharper. maybe it's just that our memories wear rose-coloured glasses.
and maybe, just maybe, this has something to do with my profession. i don't know about people unblinding themselves, but it seems a good start.
a story about a man making his dreams come true... but with all the interesting bits left out.
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I'm also producing a podcast discussing the sonnets, available on
industrial curiosity, itunes, spotify, stitcher, tunein and youtube!
For those who prefer reading to listening, the first 25 sonnets have been compiled into a book that is available now on Amazon and the Google Play store.
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