I forget how it feels like to be genuinely interested in anything.
It's like... there is a void that is supposed to be filled with happy things, interesting things, things that i want to know more about... but this void is being continuously filled up with other things, these other things that are like strong flowing water from a continuously running faucet, and the void is continuously full and moving, flowing and erupting, not keeping anything, and nothing good is coming in and staying, because it is also being pushed out by the continuous fall and spill of water...