Using the churn

Using the churn

Not to be confused with the Amos Burton novella. Some clever bastard phrased it as “the sound that a fork makes in the garbage disposal.” And I’m stealing that metaphor, because I’m satisfied to regard my brain as a sort of garbage disposal. I never stop looking for new things to stuff in there via traveling, events, television, music, film, books, crafts, hobbies, games, whatever. And when I get especially hung up on something it’s a catalyst– I’ll binge, obsess, repeat and churn it down to the atomic level, exploring the components, absorbing them, figuring out ways to graft them into my being because I want the things I love to define me.

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