Why do I find myself questioning the laws of physics while I wash my hair? Surely there has to be an explanation for the fact that I find my mind open the greatest while the torrents of water pound my skull? My only reasoning could be that it is probably one of the only times when we find ourselves in this century without the aid of technology, nothing beeping for our attention.
Reminds me of Ray Bradbury's 'The Murderer'. That has been my first post.
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