Not so Theroux-ly written.

Thing’s have been going well, which is something I haven’t been able to say for a long while. I won’t go into too much depth about why or how they have been, but I think it’s good to finally express that the place I’m in is a lot brighter now than it has been. Continue reading Not so Theroux-ly written.


Err0r: M1nd

The human mind is one of the most fascinating concepts I have ever considered. With each element of your being controlled by something that resembles the functions of a computer, something so small as to fit within the confinements of your head is able to control your entire body; your every thought, memory, action, all controlled from one portable supercomputer.

I believe that the real wonder in it, though, exists in the idea that everyone has the same brand of supercomputer but each is still unique and almost entirely different. The parts of my brain that are more developed than the other parts are not necessarily the same parts that are more developed within yours. My brain makes up everything I am: my every memory, idea, thought, all stored within one place. You remember your route home without even having to think of it because your brain has engraved this memory so deep that it probably wouldn’t be forgotten even ten, twenty, or thirty years down the line.


But, of course, as comparable as your brain is to a computer it is not one. You do not possess the ability to open up a file explorer and shuffle your thoughts into more coherent structures or to delete unnecessary or damaging material; viruses. So what happens when your brain gets messy? What happens when you can feel the clutter and you’re not sure when, or even how, to clean it out? Continue reading Err0r: M1nd