Artichokes

It must be terrifying, I can only imagine, knowing you're losing your mind.

If you know, even if you don't know, it must be terrifying, the loss of control as you yield. As you yield, to what? To what you don't know, can't remember, can't control.

It must be terrfying to be a brain and to have believed all your conscious life that there's another, larger brain in control of your brain, a separate brain, a brain that's alone, a central brain of which you may or may not be a reflection, the beginning brain from which you have parted.