It’s a good thing that 888 sentences seem so far away that it’s unreal, because if I ever made it all the way there I’d have… to… stop…
Now that you’re halfway there, should we be looking for you to suffer a mid-sentence crisis?
I think I probably am. Do I seem mature and sensible to you?
What?! You’re asking me? The man who spends his time pasting his head onto little tiny bodies and googly eyes onto birds?
Yeah, but see, um, I think that’s pretty sane behaviour.
At least we’re delirious in our universe together.