Sense

"It's best not to think about it."
- Carl Carlson





And that about sums it up for me. Life, I mean.

It makes no sense. At first, I took it for granted, then, it was an intellectual exercise. Once the roof caved in, and I learned rapidly that my wife and I weren't playing house, life became something altogether new. It was both a little slice of hell and an exercise in futility.