This morning's Osprey sighting, essentially told me that I've been majorly rambling recently. Fourteen thoughts in a couple of sentences does not suggest a character even remotely concerned to explain itself in a manner conducive to sharing idea. Rather it suggests a character lazily entertaining himself by falling off a cliff.
I recall an account of a real life Robinson Crusoe, who when rescued from his
four year stay upon his island had pretty much lost the power of communication,
but was very good at catching goats. This same real life castaway, had
actually asked to be left on the island, because he reckoned the ship he was
aboard was so unseaworthy it was certain to sink.