Thinking with Details

(backstory)His thoughts are dressed up as tiny plastic green horses. They start accumulating inside his head. At first slowly, one by one rocking as my grandma’s old orange chair. They organize themselves in order one behind the other, one beside the other. Then there is no more space left inside his head. However, more and more horses appear. They all rock faster. They are all still. His head is crowded with tiny green plastic horses that don’t fit inside him anymore. They are invading his head; every little space. They are all moving on their orange rocking legs. They are all still as green and then one by one they pop out of his ears, out of his nose. They line up quickly against his inner lips. He can no longer control his thoughts that are dressed up as tiny plastic green horses that pop into the air from inside his ears, his nose, his mouth.