i seem to have understood not just the "why", but also the "what" of paper bag entertainment.
we live in a small world of large chairs.
a life of purple and blue, i dream for you, only for you.
the mind is a vase with two openings, one at the top, and one at the bottom.
a will is always a ways away
i see no point tying knots if they always end up coming undone.