To my mind, the idea of generating ideas for a business, for finding a gap in the market and then demonstrating that it is possible to exploit that gap for financial gain, is akin to magic.
The anger of the extremes – the most certain in the least tenable of views – are the ones who have put us in this position. I am sick of them.
A separation resolved in absentia. There are no lines on the face of time.
Vinyl formation. Hot glue gun apotheosis. Interminable joy. A frustration in the eyes of the mad man.
It makes me scared when social interactions in my life go well.