They say the texture of the brain is like tofu. Tonight though I feel that mine is like a pile of sand held together by water, which really isn’t working. Every grain of sand tries to adhere to one another but attempts are futile because they aren’t meant to be that way. My mind, alas, remains scattered all over the place; and I, for once, will just let it be. Tomorrow when the sun is out and the weather calm, I will sweep up them all up and mold them into one again.