Miscellany, or rather Miss Eleny, is becoming a dear friend of mine. It feels like we have always known each other. There are just so many interesting ways of making sense of the world.
Yet. I like trees. And I like for leaves to be on certain, designated branches. To take notice of structures other people have applied, to see what they deemed important, helps me make sense of the world. It helps me to learn from them, to read their mind. It feels great to agree with others on how to make sense of something. To belong. It’s what we do in our lifes. Making common sense.