MM299 • 09.01.2026

I keep searching for the index
of my own brain,
convinced there must be a page titled:
“Why I Walked Into This Room.”
So far, no luck.
Instead, my thoughts appear as random inset scenes—
me opening the fridge,
staring deeply,
then forgetting why I’m there
while my inner voice whispers,
“Act natural. No one must know.”
My inner voice is very confident, by the way.
Incorrect… but confident.
If life had an index,
mine would read:
Motivation — missing
Memory — see also coffee
Inner peace — temporarily misplaced,
possibly under the sofa
Still, we carry on,
turning imaginary pages,
laughing at ourselves,
and trusting that eventually
the index will update itself 😄☕

💫Maggie

The Afterlove Voice 💫