Most days, my head feels like a Chinese Room that is geared to project a coherent persona of consistent and sustained efforts

"...does the machine literally understand Chinese? Or is it merely simulating the ability to understand Chinese?"

Maybe this isn't quite the right analogy.

Since my brain is a pen plotter drawing unoptimized paths, I'm trying to work out how to simulate a brain that draws sensible paths.

Been hoping lately that, among other things, I might start to use journals and note collection as a way to accumulate coherent blobs.

And if & when the coherent blobs come out the other end of my process, they'll look like something a person who has their shit together would have done.

But inside, it's just all Chinese Room goings on.