All right, here we go!

Does anyone else ever talk to their brain? Does anyone else realize how pointlessly recursive it should be, talking to one’s own brain? It never does what you tell it to do anyway.

I could get into a philosophy that explains why the body feels like a cage. Or maybe it’s more of a closed room, one you accidentally locked yourself into but you’re ok entertaining yourself with its contents, and you know you will feel safe until someone lets you out. (Though I think a person with mental illness would describe a lingering figure in the room with them.)

So here we go, brain. We’re gonna write in a blog. Ok, here we go.