complete but not finished...

if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.

like I've spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father's thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?

we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other...don't touch me I'm emotional

inspiration comes from the WEIRDEST places; my coworker sent me an article on some fluorescent fish that we're looking at testing, and halfway through reading about the regulation of non-food genetically modified organisms i started wanting to write a cyberpunk genetic modification au

THIS