Think Blank

We are weak echoes, made flesh, from a Ghost’s last shouted wish. Sheryl clearly guessed life’s meaning as this answer to another query gassed through her on a hazy Monday morning. With intuitively-gathered and well-sharpened fun facts, she could easily puncture boyfriend Ted’s toytime theory: We’re just forgotten playthings of a Child who grew up to be a blind and senile Watchmaker which takes a feeble, febrile idea and kids it with white nights, red clouds, pink noises— distracting effects to make it seem wonderfully original. A know-it-all who knows everything that sits on the level swinging just above “Nothing,” Read more…