It's incessant, this internal dialogue, especially when I'm out in the middle of nowhere looking for pictures. Just about all of it is garbage, sort of like what you get when dialing through distant AM radio on a late night drive. Too much truck drivin' dime store sales pitch and not enough Wolfman Jack.
I would prefer the present time all the time, but my idle brain seeks entertainment. Even gibberish will do.
And then, I find a scene like this, and the present takes over.
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