The perfect post came in the early morning through a cup of coffee. It was concise and seasoned with the right amount of wit and caffeine.
Now it is gone.
Where did it go? Is it stuck somewhere in the trash can of my consciousness? Or did it vaporize? I should have written it down. Like I said, it was perfect. Now we are left with the dregs, like old coffee grounds still in the filter, having marinated in the unventilated coffee maker for unknown days. Did someone else steal my post? Was it snatched by another version of me (variant) in another reality? Dang Lokis.
There is no cure for this. Mindfulness is perhaps an effective vaccine that is approved for all ages, but I’m pretty sure the shot has to be given daily.
On a related note, my new book — Arcanocene Vol II — is available on Amazon.