I keep hearing voices in my head. Not the schizophenic sort! but more like silent monologues, if you will. I’d be an observer to a scene or an earwitness to a conversation and the dialogue would just fade out and there’d go my voice, like a scripted voice-over in documentary, providing a running conceptual abstract commentary inside my head. They run so fast that my real voice would hardly be able to catch up. Philosophical and socio-political musings, mainly. At those moments I’d think: This is brilliant, I need to write this down! But when I grab a pen or get to my keyboard, all the thoughts just go pwoof! in a word cloud of lifting haze.