It’s All In The Mind
My Amygdala, “My sight, my sight is growing dim and blurred! Am I having a stroke? Am I …am I… dying?!!!”
My Pre-Frontal Cortex, “Whoa, Dude, you need to clean your glasse…wait…what.. when’s the last time I used blue paint?”
And so it goes, somewhere in the dunes of West Michigan.