The mind is such a complex vessel. Mine works like a little filing cabinet, storing my thoughts in categories until I need them again. Sometimes I wonder how many more files it can contain but I would never throw any of them out even though that's the only thing I longed for at times.
Everyone has their own ticks and clicks swirling around with fragments and sections stolen or borrowed from someone else. Would we be any where close to who we are now if we started putting out the lights in the stars that make up the constellation of our minds? Would the older man driving the campus bus still dress up in a striped suit to pick us up if the people he was trying to keep his dignity for didn't exist?
Everyone has their own ticks and clicks swirling around with fragments and sections stolen or borrowed from someone else. Would we be any where close to who we are now if we started putting out the lights in the stars that make up the constellation of our minds? Would the older man driving the campus bus still dress up in a striped suit to pick us up if the people he was trying to keep his dignity for didn't exist?
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bridgetwnpeddler:
you are missed. hope all is well. 
samantha:
ever read R.D. Laing's The Politics of Experience? ...it's about what you're writing about, so i'd bet you'd enjoy it.