" And what about the hundreds of bits of brain-flotsam that I immediately forgot or couldn’t put down in words? The process looks nothing like the Cartesian vision of the mind we’re sometimes fed—with the little man, my “self,” rational and purposeful, at the helm of the brain, guiding me toward a sublime conclusion. Instead, the brain of a daydreamer does not much care whether it arrives anywhere at all "

― Michael Harris , Solitude: In Pursuit of a Singular Life in a Crowded World