The straw that broke the camel’s back is the same one I drew that one time no one wanted to do the difficult thing. Now it’s in a museum at a mid-major university, next to an unflattering picture of me. One of these things (the straw, the picture of me, me) is omnipresent: some serious philosophical territory. Someone “into analytics” is certainly a type of person who exists, but never flexes their interest for humankind. Our tour guide tries to hide this secret love from us. He avoids the direct light. It's like people only do these things because they can get paid. And that's just really sad. ✱✱✱
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