inquiry

So far it's one of those days where the rest of this instance of world may very well have been absorbed into any of its parallels.

Which, well, last night I was kind of thinking of how the world would collapse were it drained of the notion of time.

Would it disintegrate from the inside out? The outside in? Sporadically?

(As a matter of fact I am picturing it a bit like Marty's photographs in “Back to the Future”.)

The first snow of the season is in progress in these parts, somehow bringing to mind a coin whose opposite sides are labeled 'tedious' and 'beautiful', spinning in unpredictable ways – sometimes a blur, others a breath-altering wobble.

Weekly organizational meeting in six minutes, and oh crap one of the fasteners from my game face just broke....