Thinking Thursday

To be unhappy,
at home, and alone,
may be the ultimate
City triumph.

 

Trying to make sense out of things already known is like trying to…like trying to…well, like trying to THINK.

 

 If conditions in the City are “just right,” the contents of the broadcast can physically affect the radio receiver.  (P.P. and S.:  The conditions are ALWAYS just right.)

 

After the startling collapse of two of his best realities within a period of days, this one god’s wife said, “I warned you about that shit.”

 

Being human is a serious thing:

Being considered
a human thinker
makes it
that much worse.

 

On especially bleak days, this one chap liked to compare his thought processes to a performance of Wagner.  (“Except,” he says, “You can’t dance to it.”)

J.