He tried dividing his thoughts, sending
them in discreet packets rather than trying to imagine them with as
much intensity as possible. Re-mapping his mind into independent
centers, each with distinct tasks and speeds.
He didn't have a plan, exactly, he
never did, but it seemed the opposite action worked well enough. He
could pull up almost any memory in a few seconds, and random ones
would tickle his awareness from time to time as well, as if on an
industrial refresh cycle.
He wanted to assemble a new process for
thinking, clear out the broken and the old. Push out his thoughts
into new spaces, with new rules and new characters to interact with.
It was difficult not falling back to
the default, to find a frame of mind that would carry out the task.
To even find somewhere he could sit and think in this direction was
troublesome.
Each day though, a new wrinkle
presented itself – if not progress at least a variation.
He needed to make an emotional
connection with his new work.
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