I’ve lost my mind! I’m certain I lost it on the path through the woods. It’s dull black and frayed at the edges. It must have slipped out of my head while I walked. I want it back for sentimental reasons. It’s comfortable and keeps me sane at night.
If you have found my mind, please return it. It’s of no possible use to you. Leave it on the big rock next to the tree where the eagles nest. I will ask no questions. Wearing someone else’s mind is a damn scary thing to do. It’s like having a ghost in your house. Like being a dishevelled man in conversation with a dog. Like being a dwarf speaking of the world with sick wonder. 