If there’s one veritable fact of life, it’s that life has a sense of humor. A kind of disgusting, all-permeating, inopportune irony that’s just waiting to be noticed. For instance, the whole “when it rains, it pours” thing and if you really want to say something then it’s probably a bad time to say it thing and vice versa. Funny enough, the physical laws that we’re immersed in and surrounded by seem to have metaphysical counterparts because it’s awfully hard to stop moving in one fateful direction and reverse once you’re traveling quickly. I guess life has jokes huh… I’m feeling so far from esemplastic and it sucks to have to put humpty dumpty back together again.