Vertigo
February 28th, 2026
Too much. Too much of everything. Too many stimuli. Too much sunshine out of the sudden. Too much warm air out of the sudden. Too much mildness out of the sudden. Too much.
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I sit tight and think and suffer a little. Or a lot. My tolerance for discomfort and pain and loud and bright stimuli is non-existent. From one day when it was still winter to a solid premonition of spring within 12 hours is too much. Where is the gradual progress that can give us a chance to adjust? Or rather, which can give me a chance to adjust. I don't care about others here and now, but only about a pitiful, suffering me because the weather has turned. I’ll find a way to complain and bitch about anything if it makes me suffer even one bit. Or if it makes me aware of the sudden change without warning, when it’s already too late to prepare myself. And now my head is spinning. And this slow but relentless spinning creates nausea. And when nauseous, I have to lie down and purposely avoid any stimuli. And when I avoid any stimuli, the only thing left to do is to think. And I want to avoid thinking now. And later as well. Thinking only makes my head spin faster and nausea more pronounced. And the vertigo continues unabashed and encompassing.
