Stray thoughts of Guinness

Wandering past the shops at the weekend I suddenly found myself thinking, it’s time to see Declan Elliott again, indeed a trip to Galway would surely be a lot of fun.

A few seconds later, I heard a busker on his Irish fiddle.

Coincidence? I don’t think so, more like cause-and-effect. I bet that some part of my brain had picked up the Irish music first, triggering thoughts of Galway. You know, the way we sometimes incorporate noises from the real world in our dreams, shortly before waking.

I suppose I’m an averagely neurotic individual as sensitive as the next, so it makes me wonder how much our lives are shaped in this way, without us noticing. I think when we touch on the wonderful unpredictability of our own minds, it might give us pause in assuming we can organise other peoples’.

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