The discman starts at whichever track it was turned off at and I press play, and I start thinking the opening lines. But when did I start? I can't figure it out. Is my mind picking up where it left off before the cd actually starts up up, (cool) or is it the first note, (never more than two) that brings the song into my head? I wish I could work it out, but it's one of those split-second moments, an infinitesimal space of time, a fractional minute and I cannot say when the tune entered my conciousness.

Or else it's something else, I'm always racing around and following webbed paths and backtracking and sidestepping and getting lost in thought and unfamiliar territory, always rambling around until I get back to somewhere familiar.

And I was walking down the street with some noders, (and most of my storytelling in real life starts in middle of a sentence) and I kept spewing weird thoughts. I think they were weird, they were definitely unlinked in everyone's minds but my own. I almost felt a need to explain the thought process that led from magnets to having no telephone to the Lemongrass Grill, and still, (after I finally shut up), I got back to the magnets eventually.

And I hate to think that I talk a lot, I think it's more that I think a lot, and in getting lost and exploring paths and tracing patterns, I don't realize how long I've been silent, don't realize that the multitude of neural processes fit into a smaller space of time than I think, and feel a jolt. Did I trail off in middle of a sentence? Did someone ask me a question, why is it quiet? and I'll spurt something else out.

On the train home, put on my CD and start singing. Am I taking up where I left off, or recognizing the first two beats?