Enfant
Terrible
As long as I can think, I can also not-think.
This is what I tell myself when I feel guilty
for spacing out. Usually when I catch myself
drifting, I'll refocus on something like a bird
or a sandwich and command myself to think.
And then I'll think about whatever the thing is,
but always while watching myself think.
Not
sure how this works; its one of those undying
epistemological questions. My consciousness
babysits my consciousness and makes sure
it doesn't dawdle off or chase balls into the
street.
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