And it doesn’t pertain at all to Thought (Thought is like math) or to Perception (which is like a florid verbal description of the sort you could never write yourself, the author is so talented)
(Thought is like a law court, Thought is like the judge; the judge, however, likes to go into the chemistry lab quite a bit and he is never quite the same when he comes back out.)
What else: women with dogs, dogs with dogs, dogs with boys, the man who is a public nuisance, the young running woman who mildly alarms you, the chair that is like a chiropractor’s table (you never know when, or where, it might give)…
You have no idea, as you’re looking with mild interest at the unexpected road closure, that you are going to make the judgment later today that it has actually, though not catastrophically, been a fairly bad day — the fault of one’s choices, naturally enough, not the fault of the day.
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