Hello World. You know how things can sometimes be so surreal? Like being told life is about being in a teacup--which is insane--and then finally having it happen to you at the carnival, beside your neice, and her screaming friends? Teacup rides are real my friend, teacup rides are very real.
And so are experiences. Real, and surreal. Like finally being in Ireland. Yes, I'm here, and it feels strange to know that how ever I've seen it before in photographic replica is true to that which is replicated. Cows, horses along the roads. Fields, and plains, and nice rusted fences. Ireland has not let me down visually. The only inconsistency I've noticed is the weather. I'm told we came in a good, and rare, week where the sun is up and shining.
Which is a decent take on life. Sun, up and shining; Life, in a teacup.
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