Having a conversation with Tyler Durden would be better. Just not having Dissociative Identity Disorder while talking to an empty seat on a crowded plane about why your toilet seat needs to be hand made in the Himalayas.

(I hope you got that reference.)

Customer support with faith, service, and product. Dealing with the practitioners who know the rites and what you might possibly want. Does a poorly answered prayer come with a refund?

To the psychoanalyzIng of our frozen peas and why the waffles are hiding them.

Metaphor and medicine for the wounds that ferment across generations.

Fixed layouts to steer behavior.

What would Charles Elton have to say?

We now hunt for sugar and grease while our steel horses feed.

“All we are is dust in the wind.”

“Or whales in an elevator.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

All about the threshold.

By the time the draft is done, you’ve lived a dozen different mental lives.

The fun isn’t in making it realistic — it’s in making it so absurdly plausible the reader starts questioning their own furniture.

The first row is always seductive. It knows you.

It’s the algorithm’s opening handshake — warm, firm, confident. “Welcome back,”

It was weird and kinda fun.

Useful creations by practical imagination.

So many foreign stories…

Music is everywhere. Not just from us.

They have there purpose… when you don’t misplace them.

I am a bit disappointed that we don’t have delivery drones like in the cartoon ‘The Jetsons’… well where I live I mean.

Paper, thread, glue, leather… patience.