I was surprisingly calm. That’s what I thought as I observed myself from the outside. Someone else might have thought the same. My thoughts drifted slowly, almost with effort. There were no sharp streams or cascades to be noticed. They didn’t impress with content either, though they were many. An ocean of nonsense, I thought, feeling yet another disappointment in my life.

But I already knew that storms were possible here. That individual whirlpools could merge, gradually accelerate, and ultimately take over everything in an unstoppable, deadly rush.

Something urged me to guard against such impulses. To prevent them in time. The question of what and why urged me so, I postponed for later. I watched for signs. I observed closely that gray, shapeless mass of my inner self. I waited for anomalies, disturbances, flashes.

For now, there was silence.