“History is a vagina,” my drunk brain thinks. “Damn, what a random and juvenile thing to say, but I should tweet that.”
I didn’t tweet that because I knew it would not be good in the long run.
Two beats later, another cluster in my drunk brain responds, “yeah, because we all come from it.”
First cluster says, “I told you so.”
If anybody tells you the brain is singular and not made from multiple identities, consciences, voices, problem solvers, connection makers, you can tell them to go to hell for being wrong. You will always have an answer if you’re loose enough to hear. Without the intoxicants it would happen in an instant and you might miss its glimmer; but slow it down and you can see the component parts working in t/5 time. Bad for life choices, great for introspection.