My mind, oh, my mind. It’s always been strange.
I’m not sure how your mind works, but, mine is like a gigantic, multi-roomed, library. Big, open, well-lit rooms; small, cramped, dark, rooms; hidden, secret, rooms; and all these rooms in a haunted castle. To find certain knowledge or memories, I have to go to where they are. It may be a long, convoluted trip from where I’m at to there. Then, for the next memory, all over again.
You have no idea.
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