Random words and unthinkable thoughts weighten my head up. My right brain is hyperactive. It reminds me of a line in Safran Foer‘s novel: Extremely Loud, Incredibly Close (which is my ‘currently reading’).
“A lot of time I’d get that feeling like I was in the middle of a huge black ocean, or in deep space, but not in the fascinating way, It’s just that everything was incredibly far away from me. It was worst at night. I started inventing things, and then I couldn’t stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it’s because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn’t constatnly file them by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That’s how my brain was.”
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