Sharing an opinion: to unload the burden of one’s misconceptions onto somebody else.
In theory, there’s no harm in establishing one’s self-worth. The trouble is the clear bias of the one conducting the appraisal.
Ha-Ha Clinton Dix.
The practice of composing works of fiction in a variety of genres is understandable, reality itself having been confined to the one — which is to say, farce.
Inhabitants of the Dark Ages are dismissed for failing to rival the innovations produced by other, more celebrated epochs.
On the other hand, perhaps they’ve just proven more competent at hiding their affairs from that feverish voyeurism sanitized as History.
To eat enough cereal that my legs look like this:
The perpetual challenge: to contemplate and relish the profound, wild novelty of my own experience while recognizing the almost total lack of interest it holds for everyone else.