On autopilot, the mind reveals new connections.
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On autopilot, the mind reveals new connections.
The post What Your Brain Is Doing When You’re Not Doing Anything appeared first on Nautilus.
You good, bro? Are you gonna lower your voice and leave my friends alone, or are we gonna have to take this outside, where the crisp, late-autumn air carries the sweet scent of decay, and in that decay, memories are held?
I swear, if you take one more step toward me, I’ll have no trouble taking this outside. I have absolutely no problem catching the final golden shimmers of the setting sun, taking a breath to feel grateful during that amber moment of transition, and letting the breeze rustle my hair just so, as if in conversation with the universe. No goddamn trouble at all.
You wanna take this behind the bar? Cause you say the word, and we can take this out back behind the bar right now, asshole. There’s a family of robins who nest on a fire escape in the alley, and if you watch them for long enough, admire their tenderness, and share in their vulnerability, their chirps begin to sound like language, as though dreams are universal.
The birds’ dreams are our dreams, motherfucker. You got that? We all want to be held.