For some reason you have climbed up into the Philosophy Wing Attic. Here you will find a disordered heap of disconnected ideas. They are not really stories. They are snippets, half baked ideas, discards, the flotsam and jetsam of the mind.
For some reason you have climbed up into the Philosophy Wing Attic. Here you will find a disordered heap of disconnected ideas. They are not really stories. They are snippets, half baked ideas, discards, the flotsam and jetsam of the mind.