My brain is writhing inside my cranium, pounding on the ivory walls of my skull. It’s gasping for the bloodflow that’s constricted by my veins. Neurons need oxygen fuel to spark and ignite the vive of consciousness. I’ve been searching for remedies all day long, something to relieve the tension. Green tea, palmfulls of pills, yoga. Give me some relief. I haven’t written a word this afternoon and my brain is screaming in pain because of it. I know this is a medical malady, a physiological hiccup- but I can’t help feeling like my lobes are screaming because I haven’t been productive. I need to create. I need to concoct inspiration. My biology demands it.