Seven Months of Suffering
I fear that you have missed how sinfully angry I am this year.
I fear that you have missed how sinfully angry I am this year.
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
Seems like a pretty simple dichotomy, right? Perhaps it’s not quite as clean cut as it appears.
Maybe creativity isn’t just about making new ideas, but new ways to communicate a good one.