Beckett and Still, Kaufman and Cole
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks that two different things may be like two other different things in some ways, but not in others. Could be wrong, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks that two different things may be like two other different things in some ways, but not in others. Could be wrong, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a person, thank you, not a nation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is happy to be alive, considering the alternatives, which is perhaps the point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger comes from a different world sometimes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps going long after everyone else has stopped.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is enwrapped in wonder.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually, in that hideous post-apocalyptic world, plans to be in that group that the living will envy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just kinda rambles a bit. Fortunately, you don’t come here for coherent analysis.
In Which Your Humble Blogger clears up any little misconceptions you might have had.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is naive, sure, but I cannot believe it.