remembering that weird japanese guy who would jot down little diary entries to start a stream of consciousness containing useful ideas, which would subsequently be neatly captured onto index cards, he made himself put a fresh sheet into the typewriter and just write anything at all, the first thing that entered his mind.

i have no asshole and i must fart.

"now that surely set my synapses on fire," he said to himself, "time for a coffee break."