It did nothing for me. It was blank. There’s nothing here. I’m looking but I can’t find it. When I bend to look for it, it hurts, well not really hurts but it doesn’t feel great when I do, but I should because I really need to. I need to do a lot of things. I need new knees but really need better eyes. But,really, if the mind was better than any of those things, that other stuff wouldn’t matter so much. Then things would make more sense. She would look better. The weather might clear. I might breathe better. Nights wouldn’t be so long. Things would make sense.