At least once in your life there'll be a time when shit splits catastrophically and you lose your mind alittle bit. Takes awhile before you kind of realise you'd lost it, and one day you decide to go frantically looking for it, then finally find it and try to screw it back in, all by which time - it's been about half a year that you've been runnin round like a headless chicken. The last time I recall having it all there, was just before my 26th birthday, prior to the car crash of a broken engagement, getting on the train to get to work. Fast forward a couple months and I remember being in the "I'm gonna lose my shit" phase (post the trauma of all the crashing and burning of my entire twenties with a boy) and very quickly things gurgling into a deep psychedelic (and, alcoholic) blurr. I can say I'm probably now straddling the "Oh. I've definitely lost it" phase and in between the panic sticken "fucking find it" phase - so, where would I be, if I was my mind, lost in all this chaos? J.
