Marbles In the Hall

I am a very visual thinker. 

I often times over think. 

When I need a break from my own thoughts I collect them and put them in jars. Every jar is different, every jar contains a memory or an idea. I put the jars in the halls and stair cases of this house I built in my mind just for things to think about later.
Randomly and out of my control marbles get spilled out in my mind. They roll through this house of jars and knock some over. Then I am somehow stuck swimming through a massive storm cloud of ideas. When that happens I can't concentrate on anything else except those things that got spilled out.
I have to swim into them, whirl around with this special bug net and catch them one by one. Then as gentle as possible coax them back into their jars. Then I go through the house and I pick up all the marbles and dump them into the sea. Where I imagine they roll around disturbing fish and mythical creatures with intimidating glowing eyes.
I'm still not sure where those marbles come from. I don't think I ever imagined them into my world of ideas. They just showed up one day.

Argus

With nowhere else to start, I guess I will begin with this.

I have a strange unexplainable obsession with the word Argus. As in Argus Panoptes, the mythical creature with 100 eyes. Occasionally I catch myself saying it over and over in my head for no reason other then to mentally hear it.

Other than saying it in my mind I don't like to hear it. That isn't something I really have to worry about though since people don't just go around using the word Argus.