My thoughts chase their tails in my head.
Small dog, big feet, pounding in circles around my head. When they slow down long enough for to me catch one it's just a ball of fur. I search for the meaning, answers to my questions, but it's just an animal. A matted blur, words and phrases that aren't related; like the fleas swarming on a mutt, the words are there, squirming and massive.
But they're all disconnected.
I bought a chain for my eye-glasses.
It's metallic and blue and cold. In the mornings I sit at my computer, naked, with nothing on but my eye-glasses and the cold, cold chain against my bare shoulders.
It makes me feel like a naughty librarian.