Also I liked the two singalongs to the interstitial/not part of the show music that I don’t know what to call and what a nice crowd.

If you don’t feel this way, I can only assume you’ve never taken the accidental 33 mile trip to Lee that results from choosing the wrong direction as you enter the turnpike.

You force my hand. Behold.

You spelled try wrong.

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“Thoughts are ephemeral, they evaporate in the moment they occur, unless they are given action and material form.”

“Or is anyone's identity a matter of fragments held together by convenient or useful narrative, that in ordinary circumstances never reveals itself as a fiction? Or is it really a fiction?”