The mice are back, so Mike spent lunchbreak with his feet up on the bench shouting. But look at the little fella, isn’t he just adorbs! The other two were quite cute too, although Mike’s sinister claim that they’ll ‘Get bigger, they start out all small, but they’ll get bigger,’ may lead to issues over space.
“Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.”
― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Word of the day: Galeanthropy– belief that one is a cat
“Well you know what they say, put five hundred monkeys in a room and they’ll come up with Shakespeare”
The guy chatting to his friend on the train, I don’t think he thought this one through
There’s a young man who lives down my road. I often see him on my way into work and one my walk home. On the odd occasion I’ve been walking that bit of road in the middle of the day, I’ve seen him then too. He walks with his head hung low, slowly plodding one foot then the other, up and down towards the station and back again. I figure he must live in the halfway house on my road and they kick him out during the day. I always want to talk to him because it seems like a lonely life, but since he’s staring down at the floor I can’t catch his eye.
Anyway, today he was sitting in front of a house, in the driveway, on his knees, facing the building. His head hung low as always. Just kneeling there, long enough for me to walk up the road and past him without moving. It was worrying.
Word of the day – Eremiomania– abnormal interest in stillness
More words of wisdom from the mind of an algorithm (they know us so well)
The little sleep I had last night was loaded with dreams, the kind that vanish from your memory as soon as you wake, but leave you with a feeling that something happened. And that sense keeps coming back, almost like a memory: Something important happened. But no idea what. Since it was a dream, I’m assuming it was about zombies.
Anyway, once I reached five am I couldn’t stand being in bed any longer and went to the window and saw this sky
So that was sublime. I hope you’re all having a beautiful day too.
‘The door is wide and open, don’t go back to sleep.’ Rumi
Word of the day: Hypaethral – roofless; open to the sky