The Consciousness Fragmentation

Ever feel like there are times when, as inconceivable as it sounds, your brain separates consciousness from cognitive processes. When the brain divides all cranial activity into very distinct halves of the painfully analytic and unrestrained passion. This usually harmonious partnership flourishes unaided by the intentional effort applied by conscious thought, yet once every so often, one finds the two spiraling away in a ludicrous trajectile dichotomy. The catalyst in this unsavoury severance could be something as mundane as finding the toothpaste dried at the end because it was left uncapped, or finding the milk lumpy only after you've dribbled some over your cereal. I find that it's these seemingly inconsequential factors of this living exercise we're all unwittingly participating in that at some point or other trigger this brain cleaving segmentation which renders one incoherent for days at a time.