Ductile Anchors

Why does my inner filing system flip me off like a gangster flipping gang signs? It makes no kind of sense, and you know that I’m not given to this sort of activity. Oh no. Far too polite to extend my digits to tell someone off.

But at least my brain still works, to a degree.

It’s interesting. I think this particular mental imagery of a filing system and an inhabitant of said filing system comes to me by way of Stephen King’s novel Dreamcatcher. An alien inhabits a man’s brain and rifles through his thoughts using this graphic representation. The book has an Unfortunate Scene Involving a Toothpick, and it doesn’t approach some of the magic Stephen King imbues “Special People” with in his novels. All the same, I might give it a reread soon. My brain has been aching from trying to read too many new things.

That’s probably my inner librarian mad at me for creating new tags and keywords for him to store.