Things have been growing nicely and generally organically, but the plant of the baby crying followed by the “let’s go explore downstairs” seems a bit too incredulous to me.
Interesting to read this while thinking about policy and government and some recent works of Francis Fukuyama all amidst the backdrop of the me too movement.
Odd that in a society that still has and can value words, that no one practices religion. References to the object of a cross that apparently no one remembers anymore.
Interesting themes on the importance of art and remembering developing.