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.
