*Imagine being psychic and looking inside his head. There is not enough bleach in the world.
I imagine it would still be labrynthian due to his Asbergers.
More like that Escher stair painting where nothing make sense and everything depends on where your standing at that exact moment.
I'm reminded of the rather interesting idea that the old sci-fi show
Babylon 5 had about telepathically engaging with an insane or otherwise broken mind. In-universe, telepaths exist, are carefully trained and regulated, and even allowed to engage in private enterprise using their talents. When a criminal is sentenced to "death by personality" -- telepathically erasing his mind and personality and somehow installing a new one (no, nobody explained how that worked) -- they have to be "scanned" by a licensed telepath first so they can be re-scanned afterward to "compare" the minds to make sure the nutjob is actually gone.
In a retarded extension of our modern fetish for exaggerating the protection of criminals' rights over those of the victim, there was much dialogue expended on how no matter what she found in his mind, it couldn't be used against him (he was convicted of "this" crime, but somehow that wasn't enough to justify getting evidence from him about others ... even in fiction our laws are fucking retarded sometimes). Fucked up notion.
But I liked how they presented the act itself (the criminal is conscious and takes the opportunity to fuck with her mentally as much as possible as she "explores," and she discovers -- naturally -- that the dude had killed hundreds of victims, and of course none of that information could be used to charge him for more crimes, give answers to mourning loved ones, etc., because again, "fuck the victims when the criminal's rights conflict") she tried to explain it to a friend from her perspective (one of the few times he wasn't actively hitting on her):
Michael Garibaldi: Are you okay?
Talia Winters: No, not really. In the past five years, I've scanned minds that were so different that at times I was afraid I wouldn't find my way back out. At least those minds held more humanity than what I saw a few hours ago. The things that live inside us, Mr. Garibaldi. Terrible things. Terrible. You said earlier, that you would bet good money he had killed before. You would not have lost.
I imagine Stubbins' crazy-ass mind would be a twisted knot of rage, hatred, contempt, arrogance and endless confusion. Like the Ashtray Maze from the 2019 game
Control, without the awesome music to go with it. And probably a lot more fog.