Walking with our steady cam, our eyes scan the world. See enough, we write it down.
The more we get down, the more connections we can make — the more disparate items we can intermix the better.
Should we not lace anything, we wait. We given the brain a night’s rest so it can untangle shaggy shapes into coherent bodies of thought.
All of a sudden the ideas come without asking for them, all by turning off.
Reality is a catalog of attention triggers. It is our job to draw analogies across divergent subjects.