Why
is it so damned difficult to find out how many brain cells die every time I see
all the stars?
It’s
a simple inquiry, so I think. Now I’m
consumed with the scores of other unrelated concerns about brain maintenance
and function.
I’m
killing off plenty with every sneeze. My
sneezes are much worse than the median, and I fear I’m taking a lead on the
death spiral there.
The
number of tumors floating around where the brain used to be appears to be
incalculable. They’re just up there
hiding, occupying burnt synapses and possibly dark matter spaces. This is terminal, to be sure, and it’s just a
matter of time.
Might
have a stroke. Hell, I’ve already been
duped into thinking this once before, long before the true heyday of
internet. I would have known that my
stroke fears were quite definitely the result of concussion or hemorrhage.
One
thing I know with utter certainty: I
kill off a hell of a lot of brain cells each time I open my internet browser.
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