A brain of divisions, bridges strung between cores to transfer data. If a full herd of wildebeest were to pass you, their thundering hooves causing an indelicate quake, their laboured breath smoking against a gentle wind accompanied by mucusy coughs. How then is the data flitting between cortexes and across stringy bridges so silent? A chaos felt in tension and clarity.

As always, the word is from objectwriting.com and I put 5 minutes on my clock, because that feels like all I can spare right now. 

If you're looking for more information on object writing, have a look at this article by Writer's Digest and at Pat Pattison's website for more writing resources.