I didn’t sleep well last night. It feels as though there is a matrix of pixels sliding their way across my brain. The right hemisphere.
The pixels are firing off erratically, no longer bound to their usual rules and constraints. *Input blue display, variance adjusted for height = 2nm. Pixel colour = green*. That’s not how it should work. Not that I can remember at least.
The irregular firing causes a harsh resistance. Heating my brain. Mein Gehirn. A headache of insignificant proportions, just big enough to irritate, but not large enough to illicit any otherwise unusual actions. Vapo-rub tablets in the fridge. My room is a fridge.
I have no idea why I use the word ‘matrix’ here (in the beginning). A screen of pixels. What is the collective noun for a group of pixels? Don’t bother searching, it is a tedious stretch of useless search results that, rather ironically, adorn my pixels. No one knows. Or no one that I can find in less than a minute knows. I don’t have much energy.
Matrix feels correct here.
- 3. a mould in which something, such as a record or printing type, is cast or shaped. “her two duets with Isobel Baillie were never issued and the matrices were destroyed”
- 4. MATHEMATICS a rectangular array of quantities or expressions in rows and columns that is treated as a single entity and manipulated according to particular rules. “this formula applies for all square matrices”
I digress to get away from the cold.