Sometimes, Sailor Boy or a coworker or a stranger on the Metro notices that I seem rather far away. I’m not copyediting, or typing, or stirring the spaghetti, or noticing the blind, lame metro-rider who would like to get by me thank-you-very-much.
When that is happening, this is what it looks like in my head.
What does your mind look like when you are thinking hard?
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