Missed Connections in Savannah
The Stream Of Consciousness
The Stream of Consciousness
I tried to write
a stream of consciousness
about me and you, and what
happened between us;
but, after reading it back to
myself and straightening out
a few sentences–I realized
it was actually just a small
brook of consciousness.
-Bison Jack
Her Two Cents
Sometimes you have to climb the mountain, other times you simply walk around the molehill. While a stream can be full of rushing energy, rapidly passing by rocks and stones, a brook brings to mind slow, reflective moments. Is the smaller of the two somehow less important? Less necessary? The mole would certainly disagree.
