“His mind is a thousand ball bearings in a biscuit tin.”
My wife and I often have conversations about what it’s like in our minds. Hers is loud, perhaps something like this biscuit tin. Mine is quiet.
I’ve been thinking about an analogy for the quiet that I experience for a few days and I’m stuck on the image of a slide projector. There’s one thing in focus at a time with others queued up for later. Occasionally it gets stuck and the slide in focus isn’t the one that’s supposed to be shown.