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How a Brain Works
Maybe my brain runs on tracks, spinning wheels over iron bars, going too fast to go back. Maybe my brain is a highway of cars, going 90 in a 60, looking more like shooting stars. Maybe my brain is just a mystery, an enigma even to me. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy.
Published 15th Jun 2019
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