It’s the not knowing that confuses me. Not that I don’t know, I hasten to add, only I’ve forgotten. I did know several minutes ago, but now, I simply don’t.
And now, I’ve lost my train of thought as well.
How on Earth can anyone get lost in trying to think about something that they can’t remember but mere seconds ago knew it vividly. Whatever it was. It could have been them. Or her. Or him. It seems like it was it. I’d go with it.
It seems more plausible.
It seems more real, more vivid, more solid.
Although, the point of this post is that I have no idea what it is. So it is just as woolly as him, her and them thinking about it.
And she was more woolly than he was, I believe. Maybe they both were, and it was he and she that were actually them. Or should that be they?
Maybe it was they rather than them, and it had nothing to do with it whatsoever. Him and her whatsoever, I mean.
Oh, I wish I could remember, then at least I’d have a fighting chance at knowing what I was actually writing this post for. And about.
I’m so confused. It’s been one of those weeks… I think…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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