I imagine my head as a daedalian web of wires, circuits and wad receptors. My eyes are burning, glowing strange lights on the opposite wall; sometimes green and sometimes red. I rub my temples and lean my head back. It’ s so heavy. My neck can’t hold it anymore. Everything inside is working on processing the massive number of information. Yes, even the mechanical improvements that experts made on our brains are not enough for the large number of information we must process every day. There’s a taste of rust in my mouth, but I keep smiling. I hear the sound of the gears inside my skull. Rhythmic. Reminds me of an old song Bjork had sung in a movie. Mmmmm … mmm … mmm … I hum the melody. I put the virtual trip goggles to reduce stress. Immediately I stand in the middle of a meadow. Tall…