Ever noticed how when you have a good morning’s sleep you wake up with some brilliant and satisfying brain farts?
But a person of my age and respectability cannot call them that, so I’ll refer to them henceforth as brain plumes.
Ever noticed how they come like zip files, perfectly compressed and inaccessible once they’re thought?
Sometimes, a stealth campaign, they sneak up on you as you’re asleep, your body warmed enough to throw off the covers.
At others they are an entire conversation or chapter of thought
Of their own volition
making perfect and brilliant sense
For one entire minute.
OK one second.
On that one