It’s funny, not so ha-ha but weird, how one can become so consumed by ennui, flattened by it, unwilling to twitch a muscle while there are still so many strange things in this place. It is a world that exhausts the definition of miscellany beyond imagination. It is the mentally retarded to volcanos to Bingo (the song about the dog or the game) to maniacs in castles or building castles or removing castles from ever having existed or who knows? Fish? Time? The heart on the outside of the boy’s body today? And avoid the idea of a traditional bathroom, supported by thousands of miles of perfect plumbing running behind it. Oh no.

It’s funny, not so ha-ha at all, how a world of so many curiosities can leave so many stricken lame, parked in front of drying tar without a second thought toward the tar itself. Not even the contemplation of feathers.

Now I am wondering, what is the difference between ‘too tedious’ and ‘not tedious enough.’