A Day in the Life

There’s value in oddity. Don’t let anyone tell you there isn’t.

If you could see the portion of your daily life spent on autopilot, measure the number of things you see without seeing and touch without being touched by, you might not cheer so loudly for the victory of normal over bizarre.

I welcome oddity into my life like a distant relative, an ember from the same fire of my soul, ejected out into the night and found its way back, winking at me knowingly. Be it brass, bone, or Basque, I rejoice in the odd.

After all, it’s better than just breaking even.