“Think, think, think,” said Winnie the Pooh. We live within the jungles of our minds; we plot our lives out teleologically. Where has the action gone? There exists only planning for the future: job, money, education, blah, blah, blah…
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all-- I have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
Sometimes I even question if some people are thinking at all… (“‘Why do you never speak. Speak. / ‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? / ‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.'”) Sometimes it’s as if automatons have taken control.
Oh, I really do enjoy “Prufrock,” even if Alexa feels Prufrock is a sociopath.