Kansas
Every now and there, we’d pass windmills.
Every now and there, we’d pass windmills.
When my dad first suggested the trip, I’m sure I rolled my eyes—why did every family trip have to be so educational?
That’s how I’ve always known it.
now know the truth: such behavior is deplorable.
There was certainly a sort of hubris involved—I don’t let a machine think for me.
A romantic war of moral good and evil without really wanting to realise that we’ve all fallen into the same trap.
I buy my own presents when the day is a bit rough.
There’s an element to comedy (and storytelling in general) where the participants concede to a certain suspension of disbelief.
It’s a cruel fate to be so close to those we love but feel so exhausted in keeping up with them as we want to.
All of us still named the same reality.