WORDFLOW

The higher they climb . . . what rubbish I thought.

Sitting here for hours on end and still meaningful words fail to flow across this never ending screen of grey. But I can do this, even though I hate that white coat.

I need to explore the depths of my mind and just type - type - type.

‘Ok Mr Haynes, please remove the sensors from your chest. The results will take a little while but this experiment is now over. It is clear that your brain is unable to function effectively after twenty four hours. Thank you for your cooperation.’