Human thoughts, when closely examined, are in fact mostly complex and chaotic constructs.
For instance, when you're rushing home and think, "I haven't fed the cat today, it must be hungry," that thought isn't just those eleven words. It might also include the image of an empty bowl, an unhappy meow, and the memory of your cat weaving around your ankles when it's hungry, nearly tripping you.
All these elements, and more, combine to form that single thought: I haven't fed the cat today, it must be hungry.
Just as the Dream Screenwriter's face had come to Mai Mingle's mind with the first thought, the second thought also arrived with an accompanying image.
Two black dots for eyes and a red arc for a mouth, all inside a sloppy Coil—a face so simplistic it would be considered crude even in a kindergartener's drawing, yet it was the candidate on a campaign poster in the library square.
That campaign poster was now floating, crystal clear, in Mai Mingle's blank mind.
