Almost exactly what I was trying to say for my “Imagine” prompt … good work my friend, I enjoyed your words immensely 🙂
I imagine sometimes that I can slice off the top of my head as easily as I do that of a hard boiled egg. Why, I hear you ask, would you want to do that? and to be fair to you, that is a very good question.
I imagine my brain is like a patchwork quilt, made up of all different little scraps of information, my substitute for material. Over the years, due to use, various little bits of the quilt have become ragged and worn, while others remain intact, hardly touched or used (most likely anything to do with mathematics).
It’s still useful and does it’s job, but I want it to grow. I want it to continue to evolve and become something magical. I want to take out the quilt and wash it, start afresh, be able to rectify my mistakes and grow into something more…
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