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I read this fantastic book by Dave Eggers not long ago called You Shall Know Our Velocity.
Amongst other things, it describes how is mind is constantly thinking, running, imagining situations, etc.
It's weird.. I constantly say how my mind does the same things. And I've always wondered if others' do that,
or if it was just me. Just crazy me.
One of the things he talks about are these little librarians in his head that are constantly sorting,
filing and reorganizing his thoughts and memories. But every now and then (often), out of the blue,
they hand him a memory at the most shittiest of times.
A painful, or ludicrous memory.
You could be having a beautiful moment, and they just hand you a photo and description of something so awful.
That happens to me a lot. Although I do it to myself sometimes. Thinking about nice things sometimes,
stings even worse.
Damn those librarians, although they sure are organized.
Amongst other things, it describes how is mind is constantly thinking, running, imagining situations, etc.
It's weird.. I constantly say how my mind does the same things. And I've always wondered if others' do that,
or if it was just me. Just crazy me.
One of the things he talks about are these little librarians in his head that are constantly sorting,
filing and reorganizing his thoughts and memories. But every now and then (often), out of the blue,
they hand him a memory at the most shittiest of times.
A painful, or ludicrous memory.
You could be having a beautiful moment, and they just hand you a photo and description of something so awful.
That happens to me a lot. Although I do it to myself sometimes. Thinking about nice things sometimes,
stings even worse.
Damn those librarians, although they sure are organized.