I have an internal monologue. After accidentally dropping a spoon full of ice-cream on my shirt, I ruminated on what it would take for me to look at that event

I have an internal monologue. After accidentally dropping a spoon full of ice-cream on my shirt, I ruminated on what it would take for me to look at that event as the catalyst of an abrupt change in the trajectory of my life. Then it's a flutter of little shards of partial thoughts one after the other, trying to solve the A* from shirt stain to self actualization. Then I went and changed my shirt.