This is a map of the Internet.
Millions and millions of computers with an exponentially larger number of connections, pinging information between each other left, right, and center.
There are times when my brain, in its exhaustion, in its breathtaking ability that I share with every single other mentally functioning human being, in its beautiful normalcy, feels like this. Like there are a million different endpoints and a billion connections and trillions of bits of information and thoughts and feelings flitting about all those connections — like I can hear it hum and whirr and be alive.
And when it feels that way, sometimes it’s like I’m lost in the middle of it, a prisoner of my own unnecessarily complicated thoughts, tangled up in a beautiful mess.
