It doesn't like the inactivity. It can't even scan the horizon looking for prey or enemies because it's surrounded by racks and racks of bras and panties which some saleslady perversely put this chair in the centre of knowing that some unlucky male brain would be sitting in it. Trapped, it reads Elle magazine and tries to remember what CD it wanted to buy. Male and female brains also perceive time differently. Whereas, inside a woman's clothing store, or some place that sells simmering potpourri and related accessories, the male brain perceives each instant as a long, drawn-out, ice age of time.
Glaciers glide past, carving out foothills and river basins.
And so the brain goes off on tangents. The brain thinks about clamato juice. Boy, whoever invented that stuff was a genius. Leonardo Da Vinci may have drawn up plans for a working helicopter way back in the 15th century, but even he never guessed that clams and tomatoes put together would be a successful product. Or maybe he did, but he lacked the technology to build a working clamato juice.