60mph feels like nothing in a car, but if i’m standing on the side of the road, a car passing at 60mph would look fast. consider that cars usually only move 60mph in one direction (forwards). imagine a car going forwards 6” at 60mph then immediately reversing 6” at 60mph. okay, now think about your fingers when you type. 6” is a generous estimate for the distance they travel between keys. that’s, like, if you’re a really bad typer. this seems wrong though. seems possible that my fingers type something comparable to 60mph, scaled-down. 800-1000mph is how fast thinking feels in my head—no way to measure for sure, just ‘suspend disbelief’ for this one. so:

•  1000mph (maximum thinking speed) / 60mph (maximum typing speed) = 16.6

•  16.6 thoughts per 1 second

•  light travels 186,282 miles per second

•  60 seconds in 1 minute * 186,282 miles travelled in 1 second = 11,176,920 miles traveled per minute

•  11,176,920 miles per minute * 60 minutes in 1 hour = 670,615,200 miles per hour

•  damn, so is the speed of light…um. why is shit always ‘60.’ this is hard. this is hard. this is hard. this is hard. i’m laughing.

•  light travels at 670,615,200 miles per hour (in a vacuum)

•  16.6 thoughts per second * 60 seconds per minute = 996 thoughts per minute * 60 minutes in an hour = 59,760 thoughts per hour

•  670,615,200 (miles traveled by light per hour) / 59,760 (thoughts per hour) = 11,221.8 (rounding that shit up)

•  11,222 : 1

what does that…

i think that would be the ratio of how many miles per hour a unit of light travels versus how many miles per hour one of my thoughts travels

so the light surrounding me in this room is actually moving. it’s moving at a rate of 11,222 (whatever) times as fast as the speed of one of my thoughts

light slows down when it travels through transparent objects (glass, air, water)

you can’t see through people because light stops being able to pass through them

they should invent a thing…oh, x-rays, haha. i guess that’s what’s going on, with x-rays

forgot where i was going with this, feel like i’m getting there though

11:42PM: dad appeared in doorway, wielding a paper bag containing a sandwich and chips, or so i am told. we will see later. the sandwich was made by nuns who…i guess my dad rents an office to a priest who…somehow the nuns assemble sandwiches and other things into paper bags and sometimes my dad receives a bag. o! a sandwich has been bestowed onto me this blessed night, and for this i thank ye lord. for real though i am happy about this. friendly interactions with dad. he tripped on a fan in the hallway and there was a big crash. then from somewhere in the living room he said ‘is it ‘sherry’ or ‘shirley?” i said ‘shirley.’ he said ‘what?’ i said ‘shirley, like certainly.’ he said ‘is this shirley?’ i said ‘yeah, that’s shirley. shirley, like surely, like ‘surely that’s the cat.” thought ‘trout: that’s the fish.’ i missed jeopardy tonight.