Reading Time: < 1 minutes If the world was ending, I would let my cat choose one of my fingers. If she chooses the index finger, I would listen to her soft vowels and curious chanting about her past eight lives. She keeps telling me I was a Persian cat once. If she licks my thumb, I will set off …
The Mind Bin is a creation of my mind and my mind is a minefield. I try not to step on it and cause explosions because I know people already have.
My mind is an overworked investment banker frantically trying to settle her debts; debts worth millions of moments and tons of heartbeats. I know my mind is a bin that has held too much crap for too long; I need to right-click and press shift and delete. It needs work, perhaps a pest control, or more likely, a gym membership- some exercise, food and maybe just a tiny little piece of the chocolate bar from the love factory. Welcome to The Mind Bin!
