I walk and I talk and I am overambitious, but there is something that may well crush me by the end of this sentence, even. That’s my lot. The utter nonsensical rumination process which has, so far, destroyed it all for me and in a most inexplicable and pained fashion. And no-one ever notices my unavoidable silence. Whilst my brain still screams for spectacular peace and quiet. If I could avoid it all I would honestly avoid nothing. Except of course for the OCD. It’s dynamite in my mind sometimes.