Woozy

My wooziness: that’s what Alan calls it. I can be ever so woozy. What are you thinking about?, Alan’s always asking me. You seem very far away, he says. That’s because I am very far away, I tell him. Being woozy.

Is Alan woozy?

Alan is never woozy. He’s all go.


Everything that happens to me is just an interruption of my wooziness.


We’ll all end up woozy in the end. It’s like some kind of human entropy.


I’m very philosophical in my wooziness.


Can you actually think about nothing, philosophy. Is that possible? Or is the nothing thinking you, or something? Woozily.