When reflecting on it just now, thinking feels like listening to myself speak, with the words but no sound. The more concrete thoughts are at a conversational pace, and some others are in a pace too fast to comfortably speak. This often seems “laid over” a background of an unrelated scene, with dreamlike images flitting about which mildly represent concepts.
When reflecting on it just now, thinking feels like listening to myself speak, with the words but no sound. The more concrete thoughts are at a conversational pace, and some others are in a pace too fast to comfortably speak. This often seems “laid over” a background of an unrelated scene, with dreamlike images flitting about which mildly represent concepts.