The last year or so, I have been writing down everything that crosses my mind. And everything goes for true. There are two reasons for this curious tack. To begin with, every single word adds to the count. Three-million words are within sight, and I cannot shake that number out of my mind. The milestone is ridiculous at best, I freely admit, but I cannot resist it nonetheless. More important, this way I am flushing out everything that crosses my mind. I am expelling it from the darkness and into the light, as it were. No matter how marginal a thought may be at first sight, I cannot tell in advance what its fate may be in the fullness of time. This is the very purpose of my Residua, at any rate. It can be thought of as a mind dump of sorts. To coin a term, I am residualizing every single thought that can be put into words. Equipped with the search function that graces my website, I can study my own mind from every which angle. And across many a decade. That is, I can study the human mind at will. As can anyone else who has access to the World Wide Web, for that matter. But I hope to be the first human to get a glimpse of it in all its splendor and horror. As well as the hulking humdrum in between.