Somewhere between having a great idea and writing it down, my brain decided to protect classified information.
There I was. Complete silence in the room, but inside my head it sounded like an emergency control centre. The eureka phase lasted exactly four seconds, followed by the iconic Blue Screen of Death of human consciousness.
Phase 1: The Genius.
“This is going to be a worldwide hit, a masterpiece, an idea Einstein himself would be jealous of!”
Phase 2: The Panic.
“Where’s my pen? Where’s my phone? If I blink now, I’m going to lose it!”
Phase 3: Total government censorship by my own frontal lobe.
I knew I had something brilliant.
I just couldn’t remember what it was.
So here I am, staring at a blank screen while trying to defragment my internal memory. Somewhere in the distance, I can hear the nostalgic screech of an old dial-up modem, but there’s still no connection.
So here I am, waiting for my 65-year-old hard drive to give me access again.
Recovery in progress… 3% complete.
Estimated time remaining: infinite.
Still waiting. 😂
Posted by J. P.