“The Bowl: Without a taste for oysters, I’d never have known it was a Christmas bowl”
“4 ways to leave. Count them and add X for unknown egresses”
“Experiments in leaving are incomplete without a control set of entering”
“What is your story of the Blue-Sphere? Every time I hear it from a fellow traveler, I’m shocked by the recognition, out of all the possible nothings, how did we hallucinate the Blue-ball something?”
That’s it y’all. Hope it’s enough inspiration for culturally conditioned Holy-Egg day. No poem in Gate(Less) today, but if you really want to see my poor contribution, I’m assuming it will appear here, later today: