Signal to noise

Far, far, friggin' fuckin' far away. That far. Unreachable.

My mind wanders, go parsecs before I even be aware of that. In seconds, it covered time-space beyond your comprehension. I chase. I lose. I gather what it leaves behind, breadcrumbs, hints of whatever goes through those synapses while I'm not paying attention.

Man, it is wild.

Useless to say it doesn't make any sense. It's not a puzzle: it's noise. Pure white noise. And if you can unscramble it, brother, you've some sick, sick mind. Better look for help.

Whatever's left doesn't bring closure, doesn't give me a clue. And I'm quite too close for comfort anyway. So this is it. Short periods. Nonsense. Idiosyncrasies. Noise.

You. What was it you expected to find here?