This could be the point, if I had one.

  There’s the old joke. Why shouldn’t you write with a broken pencil? Because it is pointless. Some days I don’t have a point here. I simply meander. I think there is a lot to be said for meandering. It is to wander at random, or to proceed aimlessly. You know. To bump around into […]

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