There can be thoughts sometimes that cannot be uttered.

It is hard to write about this, it is hard to even think about it, thoughts that come as bursts of feeling, colour and shadows of words. Things that feel like phrases but are only 30% spoken word, 40% yellow and purple and 30% the feeling of crashing a bottle, just to mention one example out of thousands. I could never explain this to anyone.
A constant reminder that our brains, or at least my brain, are not populated by words , neat packages of meaning, but a swirling cloud of all sorts of things. All of this happening in a soft smushy meaty thing that has electrical currents running through, electrical currents that do what?
Hold discussions on art, get jealous, laugh at inappropriate jokes and well… everything else you can think about.

~Garret

P.S.1 Yesterday I finished Breaking Bad. It was awesome!