I had a good idea in my head that insisted on going out for a ride. I covered my ears with spoons. I closed my mouth with the silence of a cello. I sewed the nostrils with the silk of a spider. The idea insisted on leaving. Pounded and pounded inside my head. Bang! Slam! The idea managed to get out in the shape of a thought. And now I have no idea why I struggle with a terrible headache.