The trampoline bent in the middle a few days ago and looks like something out of a Salvador Dali painting (photo to come).
I am beginning to think the external world is gradually turning surreal to fit the contours of my mind.
Sometimes bending is a good thing, though. For example, I'm bending this post two days back in time from when I actually wrote it so that it won't look more recent than my very important review of Existential Adventure.
On Drive and Contentment in Hamilton and My Life - I first listened to the musical Hamilton just after my friend Mel Leilani Larson got back from a trip to New York raving about the show, when she told us t...
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