A cement mixer

I told you in my last blog that I was holding onto the wonderful feeling of inner warmth that I started feeling yesterday. Well I am, but that is not the whole truth. I can't stop my incessant brain activity, not even for a moment. I think my brain is a bit like a cement mixer that is never switched off. Many of my thoughts are abstract and only half-remembered. The picture above (The Shepherd's Dream by Henry Fuseli (1793)) gives some indication of what I am trying to describe. The whole composition is fluid and nebulous. The figures at the top are dreamed and are fleeting, the figures at the bottom are real and are permanent. Most of the picture is in darkness or in half-light. What I am trying to describe if the feeling of inner warmth, mixed with a swirling mass of self-doubt, fear and confusion.
I am taking a two week work placement on Monday. The job doesn't sound exciting and is way beneath my capability, but I will do it for my own self-respect. The work will be unpaid, which doesn't sound fair. I had never realised that unemployed people were being used for free labour. Well there you go.