The Persistence of Trampolines

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.