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What is "going on between my ears" right now is a combination of visual images from my computer screen, memory banks sorting for resonances with other things I've read, the identification of the flavor of the aroma from a cup of tea nearby, the sounds emanating from my phone's voicemail speaker telling me it's another robo marketing call. My fully conscious mind, for the moment, is focused on trains of thought that sometimes pause mid-sentence as I type, or retraces its steps as it reviews what I've written and decides on the spot whether the sentences make sense and whether the composition logically, conceptually, or imaginatively or in some other way naturally flows from one image to another.
#JAMES STORE HOUSE SKIN#
Our conscious minds are even more restricted: I am not consciously aware that my brain is sending signals to my fingers as a type, to my organs as I digest my lunch, to my skin as I feel the cold from the window, and signals for all sorts of other bodily functions.

Our minds, being finite, are only capable of holding so much memory, viewing so many images, thinking so many thoughts, processing so much data, and communicating so much information.
