“I’m a bad person because my interest wasn’t in being some global humanitarian, it was purely selfish.” Jude arched his head back, looking up at the sky. He blinked a few times, trying to unscramble the confusing strings of emotions and put them into words. Explain them to Indira. This happened to him a lot lately. Trying to think would wrap his brain into knots, impossible to unravel. His mind used to be so agile, seeing steps ahead in conversations or action. Now, it seemed incapable of even completing the simplest of processes.
