The brain is a weird a place. You have a brilliant germ of an idea. It is so sparkly and pretty that you kind of want to play with it all by yourself for sometime. And all of a sudden the mundanities of life start clinging to it like lint. Within a day, that idea doesn’t seem that great anymore. Analysing it to bits, pre-empting your worst crtic’s remarks and soon enough there it is. A neat little grave in your head for one more thing you thought too much about.