All day I’ve been trying to remember an old folksy saying about expectation. “Expectation is the mother of …” something. I can’t remember what. Maybe I’m mixing sayings up. Maybe it doesn’t go “expectation is the mother of …” but is rather “disappointment is the mother of …” Maybe expectation isn’t the mother of anything, … Continue reading Expectation


Ten Days

A conversation had recently with a friend. Kendyl. Where do you think you’ll be when world war three breaks out? Elliott. Hopefully Thailand. I feel like no one is interested in nuking or invading Thailand. Kendyl. Unless they’re looking for the motherload of sticky rice and ancient Buddhist paraphernalia. Other than that, yeah, no one … Continue reading Ten Days