I am still in California, and my quickness of mind with each passing day is decaying exponentially. It is liberating, expected, but still unnerving.
I feel so much mind-lapsing, my brain constantly struggles to find the words, the right thoughts, the right way to quantify life... like I exist in a vacuum of the tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon.
Let me offer this musical explanation:
California Dreaming: I guess it's a fine quandary in which to find oneself, especially if you're able-minded enough to identify it? :)