
What is it about light and heat and temperature that make things feel off? Why do we create thermometers with horse heads and mouse pads with Chinese characters?
These are the things that I know… but I don’t know. They are the mystery that haunts the edge of life. We desire comfort… but why do I desire this particular comfort to feel “right?” We enjoy creativity and whimsy… but why this style or that even when we are nearly alone in our appreciation?
Sometimes I feel like I know at once both everything and nothing.


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