1 Aug
2024
1 Aug
'24
1:49 a.m.
a brain is sitting on a rock in the woods, its frontal lobe cradled by its temporal lobes like holding a head in one's hands; tears fall from it onto the rock squirrel: "oh, disembodied brain, whatever could be the matter?" the disembodied brain raises its frontal lobe to aim at the squirrel disembodied brain: "isn't it obvious?" disembodied brain: "i'm separated from my body!" [oops