On Human Folly At night, when I hold conversations with myself, I cannot logically justify my constant preoccupation with human folly. Whether human folly is the work of God or not, it does not diminish in practice. Centuries often elapse... Continue Reading →
I watch the bus driving away. If I’m lucky, the next one will be here in fifteen minutes. I’m pissed off because I’m tired and hungry and, well, because I usually get pissed off when trying to get anywhere in this... Continue Reading →
