Everyone is a number in this dystopian near-future where cameras track your every move. Score above 90 and your set for life. Score below 75 and you’re on your own, kid.
Last night, Addie elected to express herself for approx 3 hours. She mostly reiterated the same point, albeit at slightly different pitches. This left me feeling like this in the morning: And because I was too wrecked to write, I went here instead:
It’s the Thomas Edison Museum in Fort Myers Florida and that is his model T given to him by his pal and frequent house guest, Henry Ford. Addie was less impressed by all of this than I was, but I think it sunk in. Right Addie? She says: “Yeah, whatever. When’s dinner?” No comments yet. Be the first! Leave a Reply |