Sit down, I will tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a clickmaker, not a clockmaker.
He knew about time, but was unconcerned.
He made the best click machines, but nobody wanted them.
The best clockmaker … everybody wanted his stuff.
The clickmaker went nowhere.
note: sometimes ideas go nowhere.
double note: sorry.
notes to myself #174
You don’t make sense a lot of the time.
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My friend calls his car “Rocket” … because things fall off of it in stages.
note: my friend is a rock behind the wheel … an erratic rock.
double note: photo taken in the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia. It’s probably not an erratic rock, but any rock covered in moss and looking like a brain is pretty strange at least.
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