Sometimes there is a flicker in the mind. An errant thought that spontaneously sparks to life and burns blindingly bright. So hungry and vibrant is this thought that it consumes everything around in order to sustain it brilliance and, thus, ensure its own demise. For as a single thought strives to remain dominant it neglects to consider how much it is taking away from the thoughts to come. And so we're left with mere bits and scraps of a fully formed narrative. What then do we do with these remnants of thought, these mental gubbins?