mind recordings and such
I wish I had a device attached to my head that recorded my inner monologue as I go about my day and then played it back to me later when I chose to listen. I'm sure it would be some of the most horrifying things ever put on an audio device. Worthy of several best-sellers in the same way that it would be worthy of me being sentenced to an asylum, and maybe a smidge of jail time. Perhaps Oprah would call and invite me to be on her little show, where'd I'd sit in all white on her white couch under white lights hoping beyond hope that I looked crazy enough for the words I spoke in voiceover taken from these recordings to be excusable. We'd no doubt trade rehearsed touches of sincerity and talk about how James Frey's fiction has nothing on my reality and then end with Oprah giving each audience member their own personal island, just off the coast of Japan. Do you think such a contraption is in the works anywhere? I'd pay someone to get started on it, but there's these new boots from the Gucci spring collection that I'm really holding out for. Maybe next year, when fashion swings back to the more economically friendly flip-flops and yacht shoes....