i can’t remember when i first became aware of myself, but i think i was always like this. haha. my mind always wandering. one sentence cutting another off in my brain before i could even speak or form words. i try to think of my earliest memory and can’t grasp it, and even if i could, would that have been my first moment? i don’t know. what intrigues me is that i can remember anything at all, that i can make associations where perhaps none really are, that any of us can. normally i don’t bother to question it. or maybe i have so many questions that they all cancel each other out? haha. what’s the more important question, ‘why are we here?’ or ‘who are we here?’ for me it’s often, ‘what’s for lunch?’ can’t help it. i like to nosh. also, it’s an easier answer to come by. and my train derails. is it vain to be interested in the science of me? i want to know my motives and understand them. are my wants and needs necessarily what drive me completely? and i wonder how much others really do affect us. do we each have our own version of gravity that pushes and pulls on others? i can’t remember what the capital of nepal is, except that i think it’s in a song, too. silly train. my mind is wandering again...i don’t even know why i’m writing this down. chicken salad sandwich, cut diagonally. at least i have one answer.