it’s that voice in the back that’s always there, but waits for a quiet moment to suggest crazy shit. I liken it to very very mild, controlled tourette’s - random impulses that shouldn’t even raise to the level of conscious thought but for whatever reason slip through the ‘noise’ filter.
it’s that voice in the back that’s always there, but waits for a quiet moment to suggest crazy shit. I liken it to very very mild, controlled tourette’s - random impulses that shouldn’t even raise to the level of conscious thought but for whatever reason slip through the ‘noise’ filter.
The noise filter is just a forest that has grown since childhood. That “voice” is, imo, curiosity.