Evidence that trying to make sense of anything is a futile occupation
A couple of excerpts ...
You had to write your address on the left hand side of the postcard, and they had already printed theirs on the right hand side. (There's a reason for all these italics. Go and fetch another glass of wine and come back.)
|Little Baby was blissfully unaware that puzzlement and consternation were not just mind states|
reserved for the very young
Okay, that's my three Happenings. Can you Spot the Link? Or am I being cruel to you, considering that the only real link here is a lack of links?