Wherein we muse on California, formal wear, and enlightenment.
Wherein we question the value of honesty in romance.
Wherein we explore what people are really asking when seeking advice.
Wherein my narrator considers the timing of revealing certain beliefs, particularly concerning religious beliefs.
Wherein we muse over grace and the proper ingredients of fruit salads.
Wherein my narrator reflects on Los Angeles’ handling of architecture and history.
Wherein my narrator muses on storytelling and ego.
Wherein my readers might become time travelers or oracles.
Wherein my narrator holds himself, religion and the impermanence of things accountable.
Wherein I share thoughts on impermanence and time.