the art of creativity

I know that “fwiw” means “for what it’s worth.” I know that. But every time I read it, my brain translates it to “fwom what I wemembew”

this is GREAT two sentence horror actually

Two of my favorite rocks! ~ : )

Slow train journeys in rural England sure are an experience. You're going ten miles and it takes a day and a half because it stops at every lamp-post and the announcement says "The next station stop is Ferretley" or something and you think "I didn't know that was a place" and you get there and it isn't

Last stop was literally a picket fence, enough chopped wood to build another picket fence and, briefly, a train.

You're right. I SHOULD be able to take the train from Minneapolis to Berlin.