july

I hate it when people try to explain the complex in a simple way, but inadvertent and accidentally flatten the nuance out of existence like someone squeezing a sandwich so hard all the meat and stuff that goes in the sandwich falls out

creating and destroying; flying cars, roc.camera, july.rocks

Sometimes we even do it to ourselves. 

There’s an exciting discovery but then when we try to write down its certainty it feels like our spirit deflates like a balloon. 

I think this is one of the reasons I love Plato and Shakespeare the most: the present problems and questions, not answers.

playing /bracket, assisting /bracky, talking /greatbooks

I've done it so many times that I've nearly learned to stop doing it! Nearly.