The Knowhole

Travis felt frustrated, frightened, frenetic even. He couldn’t think of any more words that start with ‘fr’. In fact, he couldn’t really think of anything. His fast-paced—and sometimes wonky—brain was bereft of thought. Surely, he was thinking some things, but he couldn’t seem to get out of thinking about the present.

“I have to be able to think of something.” he practically mumbled to himself.

But, he couldn’t. Where normally his curiosity would ask questions like, “Why does no one ever use the word ‘advertently’? What happens to male cheerleaders when they graduate college?”

An endless plethora of curiosities would often plague his mind when he would allow it. It fuels his writings and the vault of obscure knowledge in his mind.

At first he thought he was just suffering from writer’s block, but when he tried to think about what he should do instead, literally nothing came to him.

Travis took a deep breath, and like Hiro from Heroes, he winced and focused as hard as he could to think of something; anything. He felt his face flushing and the pressure from his bite in his gums, and as the ambient sounds began to dim in his ears, he finally let out his breath in frustration, leaning back into his chair. Nothing.

It was a knowhole. The biggest problem a thinker can have. Like a doldrum of your thoughts, though, the more you don’t think of thoughts, the further you dig yourself into the knowhole. It even feeds off of your confusion, and especially when you repeat yourself. It’s almost impossible to get out, and Travis would unfortunately never escape.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you have a better day than Travis….[[|:-)