Overanalyzing, overthinking, and deconstructing the blurry lines between whimsy and chaos

All in all, if we weren’t all exhausted before, I think it’s safe to say we’ve arrived.

Temperamental idealists are built to tango with disappointing realities.

Something happens. An event occurs. The story structure begins.

We are completely OK with our evasive ways and our “the experience is the prize” disposition.

What a lovely gift for me to impose on humanity, no?

Unjaded and unchanged.