Woolgathering

When I get tired, my mind starts to wander down strange paths. I will often arrive at a thought and wonder "How did I get here?" and realize that it is nearly impossible to backsolve the steps that brought me to this point. I would love to harness the creative energy that leads to such weird places, concepts, and characters, but it seems the best I can do is jot down what I can remember.

It's happening again. Time for bed.