I am tired of people presenting ‘craftily assembled’ collections of cultural excrement as their minds. In the same way a girl is not a mannequin, a mind is not a kludge of clichés, viral media, news, science tidbits, facts, ideas, and perspectives.

A mind is something wild, alive, and incomprehensibly profound… like a forest… or a preying mantis… like a mountain valley, or a waterfall.

I’m not sorry if this makes me seem terse or judgmental.

When the toilet is full? Flush.