“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.” — Willa Cather
My existential fever broke today, I think, in no small part thanks to a couple of really decent pep talks from my oldest friend and a case of the giggles that spread through the design/art desk like the herp during Spring Break. My theory is that we were so overworked and understaffed tonight that the delirium set in early and just wouldn’t relent. That’s our brave new world, I think. Nose to the grindstone until the fumes from the bone erosion make us completely mental.