Half way down the ward, Clinically cushioned. A husk of a man. Inert. Post operative psychosis They called it. But where was he? This world or another? Deep, deep down inside Clutching at wisps of fleeting knowledge, In pursuit of his being. In this world.
Stumped. “Guys, let’s unpack this question...” The keen and the stupid put up their hands to guess. Mr Middlebrow, palms down, tried to contain curiosity mistaken for adulation. Later he would boast of his pupils’ problem solving strategies. The answer is in your fat head, thought Carl. Just teach me.