My body is in disagreement. My mind races. despeate for activity. So many thoughts are thought, then forgotten and lost, cycling through my memories of long-term and short-term then into nothingness. This occurs at such a speed, that my body responds as a sluggish shell, trying to cope with neurological lies. Limbs fold and bend in sequence with instinct and my internal clock. The brain can only assume that a greater amount of time has passed. Such a great many things have been imagined, it believes this could only have been achieved by Time and Thought being directly proportionate. However, the body rejects this theory and its motions slow to compensate for the belief that time is moving quickly. The result is bordeom.