There are those moments when you want to write, when you are desperate to put down an infinitesimal fraction of the thoughts fleeting through the head on paper. A drought of words to complement a flood of thoughts, a bit of an irony.
I wonder what one would think if they fell down a rabbit hole, the thoughts that would cross the mind as they fell past, and if it was possible to know and be aware of every single thought. I am not sure whether that would be a good thing, but what I am sure of is this: there is a lot of information in the mind which we knowingly or unknowingly ignore. Strands of thoughts that simply float with in a set frame, coming into focus at the set focal point. (Depth of field)
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