My apathy pouch

I have fashioned a new pouch in my brain out of native american leather, out of old remnants from other thought forms (most of which have to do with caring about some entity or philosophical object--anything can be a philosophical object), and frogs, all put together by tiny metal "pushers" that resemble shuffleboard sticks.Its hard to discern whether this process is consuming more space in my brain or is in fact repairing something that has already broke.

It can go either way.

It can be likened to a sac instead of a pouch. A sac with nothing but a membrane from things to pass through it. Things just ravel there,


I no longer feel like this.