In which I observe a transformation and then transform an observation, all in order to play a perspective to gain perspective on play.
In which I vacillate on the existence of meaning, and then wish that I were wishing to be better.
In which I lament the passing of a true original, whose passion laid the pathway to millions of visions and dozens of questionable (if at least entertaining) TV shows..
In which I am fashion conscious, just not about clothes.
In which I lay out my master plan to tackle an old story, and use a common plan to tackle a common illness.