A confused, love-hate relation. The game is too long to be actively followed, but then you'll also find moments of such intense beauty, it's hard to stop following. That perfect swing, the impossible spin, that awesome cut, milliseconds of perfection that you get to keep for life.
Of sidewalk anthropology, surprised-looking whales and the number 42; the life and times of a bunch of neurons who thought they had it figured, and other such blissfully deluded characters. Of an attempt to construct coherence, few words at a time.
Of sidewalk anthropology, surprised-looking whales and the number 42; the life and times of a bunch of neurons who thought they had it figured, and other such blissfully deluded characters. Of an attempt to construct coherence, few words at a time.
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Okay, now I am royally confused. Do you or do you not care about cricket?
A confused, love-hate relation. The game is too long to be actively followed, but then you'll also find moments of such intense beauty, it's hard to stop following. That perfect swing, the impossible spin, that awesome cut, milliseconds of perfection that you get to keep for life.
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