The Thoughts

He had never before noticed how many there were. He had known they existed, more than aware, but he had also managed to put some of them aside.
Thoughts.
Where do they come from?
And where is a teacher in his head to manage them, or a dustman to get rid of them?

The flat was vast.
The flat was almost empty.
His mind was vast, too.
But never empty.

No coronavirus. Thoughts were the pathogens multiplying at full speed.
The lockdown protected him from any danger outside.
But it did not protect him from the danger inside his head.