Sometimes, thoughts go through your head. You make mental notes, hoping your brain would bring them to the fore of your train of thought in some useful capacity one of these days. Well that very same thought, most often than not, escapes you when you need it most. It resurfaces in dreams or in those few moments before slumber takes you over. In those closing moments of your day your brain stumbles upon forgotten thoughts, jiggling the conscious and sub-conscious and putting them together like a freakish jigsaw puzzle, only to be tamed by sleep. And then you wake up to find that you've forgotten everything all over again, its only vestige an almost lingering whisper that you try to catch but never do. You find yourself aboard a jeep, staring onto the teeming streets, but your mind is somewhere else. It is in some distant otherwordly place, away from the noise and turmoil. The vicious cycle repeats.

Sorry, I forgot what I was supposed to blog about.