Exploring how a thought is conceived. A simple streak of light surrounds you and turns into a massive and unmanageable storm of chaos. And when it starts making sense to a certain degree, just as it comes, it fades away, leaving you gobsmacked and puzzled, with vestiges of what one thinks is the thought.
The physicality of a thought is being charted and even emulated but the conception, meaning and end, is yet to be explained. And it’s this overthinking precisely, what ganes momentum and scrambles this chaotic state with the original stream. The thought of a thought.
While all this happens, spacetime starts to be perceived as one and that’s when we are lost, within what seem to be a fraction of a moment but as profound as any ocean.
