February and anniversary

One year this month into the new job. But really just another mundane year in the context of my imagined (imaginary?) big picture. And there goes February in vanity and ephemerality! 

Where art thou, my dear adventures?!

The thought of a thief?

I wonder what goes on in the mind/heart of a thief that makes him think he could do with stealing just one pair of slippers when he could have very well stolen the two other pairs, besides the stolen one, too. Strange!