Subjectivity is objective.
Ads answered out of desperation in the New York Review of Books proved equally futile as…the 'Bay Area Bisexual' told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.
I read in self-defense.
I think crime pays. The hours are good, you travel a lot
Photons have mass? I didn’t even know they were Catholic.
What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.