where do thoughts go when we forget them? - by kitty

Some thoughts feel like soap bubbles - effervescent, fragile, gone before you ever get to marvel at them or catalogue them. For a moment, they exist, floating in perfect clarity, and then pop, the void reclaims them. They slip through the cracks of awareness so easily, no matter how tightly you try to capture them. Sometimes they feel like whispers just out of earshot, tantalising in their nearness; and it is in these moments I have the odd yearning for an ear as elastic and extendable as they had in the cartoons I used to watch as a child. I’ve lost more thoughts than I’ve kept, I’m sure of it. It always seems to happen at the worst times, when I’m mid-sentence writing an essay, thinking of the perfect follow-up statement, but its gone by the time I’ve hit the full-stop. They come and go so fast - and yet the ones that escape always feel the most important: the clever retort I’ll never deliver, the solution to a problem I can’t quite recall, a quote from a book I can only vaguely envi

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