Okay then. Your life. I believe we've gone through this before. I've been to Falmouth, Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and others which I can't rememeber. I don't like gelato. Not in the least. Actually, I don't know an Italian that eats it regularly... it's more of a tourist thing.
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality