Philosophical Dead-Ends, Pt.1

what is going on in the color factory of my brain? how is it so? how is it i (i?) have the ability to manufacture the experience of a lightbulb’s cast of golden light onto my golden couch? How, with a brain that is cut off from light? no, not cut off from the light, but how much light gets in? it’s a darkroom for developing not just pictures, but the red light as well? how in the hell? my mind has a body problem. my body is fine, thank you. i just need to listen to late night tales, … Continue reading Philosophical Dead-Ends, Pt.1