Every now and then, when the world’s a bit much to take, some people take to church. Some people meditate. Some people chant. I play cards. There’s something about the rhythm of a game of solitaire that wonderfully clears the mind of whatever came before
I have been boarded up in the basement of my home for 4 days straight now. I’ve been eating nothing but Ramen noodles and Cheezits, and drinking condensation on the pipes in this dark hole. The advertisers await outside, moaning, looking for a way in.
Pier1 stores across the United States are selling mass-produced statues of frogs, cats, and turtles that appear to be meditating, holding postures typically associated with Hindu or Buddhist sages. Who would buy one of these statues? Where would they put the statue, and for what