After a weekend in the country, my brain has calmed down, no longer spiking raw against the surface of the city streets where I live.
To be dumb is to be temporarily unable to speak. It's to appear unintelligent because you are not playing the language game of the 'smart.'
Ideal Oblivion involves the virtue of getting lost in searching to make sense of things. There, in between the things that did make sense, you tarry, alive to the apparent impossibilities.
The best part of dumbness is being on the inside of what makes no sense yet involves some glimmer of order.
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