This here is the space into which I put some of the thoughts which have been gathering inside my head. Mostly mundane stuff as I am not that original

Whether! Sometimes (and this is a metaphor) when you are about to drown, you need to get your head above the water first in order to tell the story.

A pretty bad metaphor, but I’ve been having this sense of unease that I cannot exactly put my finger on. No that’s not true; I can put (one) finger on there, it’s rather I’m just not sure how to articulate that which I’m feeling.

I’m not used to that, more to being sealed like a vault, and now that I’m opening it a little bit, a stink of stale air comes out.

That’s another metaphor.