Your life may be full of wonder, mystery, and magic, but so is mine. Like, I wonder why I only ever go to New Jersey for concerts. Are the concerts that interesting, or is New Jersey that uncompelling?
It’s probably safe to say that mystery and magic are both covered by these two things: I have seven bookcases (seriously. I’m about to start naming them.) so how is it that I have to buy new books to read all the time? How is it that, with that in mind, I am not living in a house made of books?
My tenth-grade math teacher would probably say that’s geometry, but whatever, I flunked that class. Anyway, my version’s more interesting than his.
Never be boring.
