“The teens of the group had mentioned amongst themselves that Marie Kondo was probably part of the seemingly insidious discussion. Was the dispossession that the man raged about relegated to clutter or to economics? And…why should we/I/You concern ourselves with considerations of obscene boredom when the beds were allegedly burning? Not much fun in this […]
“I tell myself that I am a limitless being until I realize my left shoe is untied and I sit on the curb to attend to its misshapen spaghetti-form of inconsequential circumstance. What point these shoes”?