Date: October 2, 2010
"[Thoughts] just come and go and change shape like the clouds."
preview | full record— Levy, Andrea (b. 1956)
Date: 2011
"When he opened the door the man spoke in a low voice, and it was for Lamb as though his head was filling up with snow, his thinking brain temporarily blanked out, eclipsed by the sudden flash of danger."
preview | full record— Nadzam, Bonnie
Date: 2011
"He felt ash filling up his chest and throat from the inside, blocking his mouth and thickening his heart and filling up his head, he hoped, blocking it out like the heavy gray ceiling of winter settling in over the plains, so that he would not be able to see into it."
preview | full record— Nadzam, Bonnie
Date: May 6, 2012
"But the psychological cloud can remain for a while, like a miasma."
preview | full record— Castle, Terry (b. 1953)
Date: January 11, 2014
"It's [concerning sleep loss] like the difference between a snowstorm's disrupting a single day of trash pickup and a prolonged strike. No longer quite as easy to fix, and even when the strike is over, there's likely to be some stray debris floating around for quite some time yet."
preview | full record— Konnikova, Maria (b. 1984)
Date: March 31, 2016
"My mind is cloudy on these points."
preview | full record— Castle, Terry (b. 1953)
Date: December 6, 2016
"Whenever my mind clouds over and I feel overwhelmed, I immediately take out a sketchbook. I write down all the emotions that I feel and the possible reasons behind them across a blank white page."
preview | full record— Kondo, Marie (b. 1984)
Date: 2018
"His mind was a synthetic sky: blue, blank, cloudless."
preview | full record— Hermione Hoby
Date: February 9, 2019
"When I imagine his brain, I imagine a bug zapper in a drizzle. Bzzzzzzzzzzt. Fzzzz. Bzzz fzzz bzzzzzzzzzzt."
preview | full record— Senior, Jennifer
Date: February 21, 2019
"A few years ago, when it suddenly occurred to us that the internet was a place we could never leave, I began to keep a diary of what it felt like to be there in the days of its snowy white disintegration, which felt also like the disintegration of my own mind."
preview | full record— Lockwood, Patricia