Where is my mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind?

-The Pixies, Surfer Rosa, 1988

Until recently I was of the opinion that if something was in my mind,must have put it there. Its only relatively recently that I’ve been challenging that concept. Could it really be that most of my most hardcore and intractable beliefs were actually placed there by someone else? Did I just entrenched and calcified those ideas? Am just this porous individual, absorbing things willy-nilly like some sort of organic, meat-sack sponge?

That’s not to say I don’t have original thoughts. Well… I’m assuming some of them must be original… right? I’d love to see that version of me that could have evolved as a blank slate free from outside stimuli. What sort of person would that be? And what color is his warpaint?


“His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of mans heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.” 

I wonder if I would be more Jack? Or more Ralph.


Probably Ralph. Wiggum I mean.