So when I woke up from the dream (see my two most recent posts if you don’t know what I’m talking about), I instantly realized that the thing to do to give my life meaning would be to knit a brain.
Out of curiosity, I googled “knitted brain,” not really expecting to find anything.
And what came up was–I am not making this up–the Museum of Scientifically Accurate Fabric Brain Art. O world, I thought, I cannot hold thee close enough!
I emailed the curator at once, asking him for the contact information of the creator of the knitted brain so that I could get the pattern from her.
Within hours I got an email from her, saying that, alas, she hadn’t written a pattern, but she was beginning to wish she had, because I was the second person to ask about this in the past week.
The mind boggles.
I was consumed with both an intense desire to meet the person to whom I had been so synchroniously connected and a deep and abiding hatred of my rival. And then I started wondering, how many more of us are there?
But mostly I just wanted somehow to acquire suddenly a complete understanding of writing knitting patterns, because she sent me more photographs, and this is what the knitted brain looks like (click on the images to see a larger view):
Note the zipper in the corpus callosum above.
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