The bird brain.

Various electric pulses rattle through the pink sponge network. The pulses of thoughts: fears, hopes, regrets, anticipation - running randomly. Like a flock of starlings in the evening sky preparing to roost 

Observing the random interplay - the speed, strength and direction is enjoyable and frustrating in equal measure.

There are fleeting moments where the flock of the thoughts seem to have uniformity only to vanish again. Individual birds continue to work finding their role and be a matter of time before there is uniformity as the flock works as one.

Only then will the bird brain be fully engage.



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