Streams of Consciousness

“…in the aquarium of my mind” - Haruki Murakami

I cannot for the life of me remember when I first started these. They fall out of me like a sudden summer rain. I find them both fascinating and entertaining to look back on. It’s like the weird random cousin of a gratitude list. They are not supposed to make sense, they are whatever happened to be in my brain at the time, specific words and phrases that just needed to be expressed. When I return to them I think how on earth did I jump from that to that…it is an example of the brain in its most random way. I wonder if there really is a through line between them all, maybe some message I will one day suddenly have the capacity to zoom out to see. Who knows. I’ll keep letting the synopsis showers pass through in the meantime.