When my sister and I were kids and in the car with our mother- which was pretty often as we were carted (or chauffered) between activities-she would often ask us questions to which we would nod or shake our head in response to. The natural response to this phenomenon is to say, "Speak up! I can't hear your brains rattle"...
Rattling brains are the perfect description for thought most of the time. The little suckers of various concentrations of rubber bounce off the inner walls of my skull and hover behind my eyes. The laws of physics in there are malleable and some thoughts will hang suspended for hours and others are too fleeting.
In order to sleep at night I will be typing them in here to get them out of my brain.
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