I recently uploaded a picture elsewhere, and when I was on the upload page I realized that I hadn't got a title for it. While I often add a title to a picture quite late in the day it's not usually quite this late. I wasn't perturbed -I just looked quizzically at the guy in the picture, and shortly the phrase "Goodbye Joe" popped out of the ether. So I added the title and wrote, "Just for the record I have absolutely no idea who Joe is." in the description. And that was that. Or so I thought.
A short while later I thought I was busy doing something else when I heard "Goodbye Joe" in an ethereal Marlene Dietrich voice. I already knew that my subconscious hadn't actually let go of the picture because scenes from mid twentieth century film noir and later pastiches of them had been playing and interfering with each other in my head, in much the same way as the advertisements interfered with the film in Maurizio Nichetti's "Ladri Di Saponette" (English title "Icicle Thief"). I went back to the page where I'd uploaded the picture and let my subconscious edit the description - I find that's sometimes a good way to get it to calm down. And then I went back to correct the spelling, punctuation and grammar. Several times.
If there's a moral in this little episode, well, it eludes me !