A bloke goes to an ice cream van and says "Large cone please" in a quiet, croaky voice.Vendor says, "Raspberry syrup?" "Yes please," replies the bloke in the same painful sounding voice. "Crushed nuts?" "No," says the bloke, pointing to his throat, "Laryngitis."
What is it like to not have an internal monologue?Is it all visual? what happens in the quiet moments when you are by yourself? Are you on stand by? I swear I have monologues judging monolgues who are in turn vetting those judgements. There is just always conversation in there.
