My mind is a beehive. It is the ever switching relays of an old telephone switchboard. It is the routing tables of the Internet. Thoughts buzz around. Ideas move past my perspective so fast that I can only get the outline of them before they have passed out of view.
Many of these are repeated. The same thoughts over and over and over...
What day is it? Oh right, it is Monday (or Tuesday or Wednesday etc.) That means tomorrow is Tuesday (or Wednesday etc.)
Others are more original such as how am I going to get x or y done.
Some are spiritual.
Many are mundane.
Some are disparaging.
The purpose of this space is to provide a place where I can spew it out. Perhaps if my brain isn't so full, I can function better. Rather like the pensieve in Harry Potter.