The Brain

After 28 years of existence on this planet, I have come to the conclusion that the human brain turns from sponge to plasticine to petrified prune during the course of a person's life.

my brain is feeling like plasticine right now. i believe if i were to take it and drop it on the ground now, it'll just land with a dull thud.

S thinks i'm still a sponge. like spongebob. while i do not share the same sentiment, it is not because of the most obvious reason in this moment. rather, incidentally i do have a friend named patrick.