My mind played six degrees of separation starting with those blue safety call boxes on the side of the road.
“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” He knows that look on my face. The one where I'm lost in deep thought, usually where I've chased some random spark down so far down a rabbit hole to the point it no longer resembles the original idea. My mind is good at going on tangents, or walkabouts that would make little Billy's footprints from Family Circus look like a shortcut. It just wanders on its own, often times in multiple directions at once; three or four vastly random treks of mental chaos swirling through various scenarios. Sometimes they manage to meet back in one place. Other times every train of thought derails in different places.
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“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” He knows that look on my face. The one where I'm lost in deep thought, usually where I've chased some random spark down so far down a rabbit hole to the point it no longer resembles the original idea. My mind is good at going on tangents, or walkabouts that would make little Billy's footprints from Family Circus look like a shortcut. It just wanders on its own, often times in multiple directions at once; three or four vastly random treks of mental chaos swirling through various scenarios. Sometimes they manage to meet back in one place. Other times every train of thought derails in different places.
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