My mind is a messy tangle of tangents, reaching out every which way. You’ve heard someone say they enter a room and can’t remember what they wanted? That happens in my thoughts: I reach in for one process and come out with an invention, or a pun, or a memory that shakes my core.
What? What were you saying? Oh, shakes my core with happiness, or was it fear, or was it simmering resentment. I can’t remember now, I’m thinking about how many flavors of ice cream there are, really. And my favorite dog, once upon a time. And how I should have sent that thank-you note when it still mattered.
If you are given to such imagery, perhaps your mind is like an octopus, with reaching, pulsing tentacles, touching one thought and repelling another. Selective thoughts, random memories. We call it, Octo-Thought.
One of a kind snow globe (water globe) with original sculpted figure wearing an octopus headdress, or perhaps, an octopus itself. One never knows, does one? Liquid filled globe shimmers with mylar sea creatures when shaken. All photographs and designs are copyright (c) 2017 Camryn Forrest Designs, Denver, Colorado, USA.