how does, or, if you prefer, how would one escape the confines of their own mind? i walk into the local convenient store to buy some ciggies, but can't help but wondering what's on the clerk's mind: is he focused on the score of the latest bengal's game? is he trying to estimate the stock he ought to put in an order for next week? or is he actually, focused on the nickels and dimes i may spend with him, or rather, who is this chic killing herself with cancer sticks??