Like 1000 monkeys on typewriters. Random nonsense.
Sometimes something sensible. Rarely very useful.
Clawing back control. Regulating the automata.
Firing the Monkeys. Clean away the clutter.
Learning a new approach. The regime of the Self.
Finding the balance. Taking control.
NOTE: During my years at University, I often wrote nonsensical poetry and prose, which I then force-fed via email to anyone I could think of. I’ve had the stirrings to start this again… You have been warned.