Songs without Words

I am trying to logically plan the next experiment, to build a protocol and set of controls that will have the highest chance of yielding a success.

And yet, there is this overwhelming desperation and sense of helplessness and hopelessness that fogs the clear view of logic, and I feel that at any moment, I might succumb to tears, even as my spirit claims that it doesn’t want to give up, and it feebly tries to think of yet another protocol, yet another way to spend the rest of my hours, withering away …

Two years

without success

is too much for my soul to handle

I am already crying on the inside