Felt cool.
“I got into the building in the craziest way!”
“Oh, from the roof?”
Felt uncool.
Felt cool.
“I got into the building in the craziest way!”
“Oh, from the roof?”
Felt uncool.
Sometimes, life feels like being inside of an egg that’s nested in bigger eggs.
Never-ending Matryoshka eggs.
As I cleaned up my computer, I found a mysterious text file called “idea0” and I opened it.
I am afraid to open idea1.