With not so much as a blink for a warning, my thoughts tend to march off. Their path is dictated by tangential leaps and non sequitur
turns. One can liken it to this example of a YouTube search:
We have a woman. Let’s call her Mandy. Mandy types something
inane into her search bar. Her
quest might begin with ‘people attacked by animals funny.’ Forty-five minutes later,
she’s glaring at a still screen of orange flesh, violently poking her mouse pad to make it refresh. Time Warner
can’t seem to buffer a video titled “Makeup Tutorial: How To Fake Abs Using
Bronzer” and she’s left without directions to apply the shimmer powder over
the bronzer. Mandy is in a ‘streaming K-hole.’ When she realizes her agitated mood, Mandy emerges from her
trance. She has no idea how she got from a camel spitting on a reporter to
pudge-contouring.
And that is how my brain functions. Or malfunctions. Mind
you, I have no list of recent searches, much less a History tab; and my
connection operates at an immeasurable rate of brain speed.
Do
You
See
How
Little
Effort
Is
Required
To
Derail
Me
While
I
Must
Work
Tirelessly
To
Steer
Even
Just
Slightly
Back
On
Track
?
Be patient... Under the hood rumbles a wild intelligence and unmatched desire.
Be patient... Under the hood rumbles a wild intelligence and unmatched desire.
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