Oh, dear…

The Art Institute was no consolation today. Yes, even the moist must of ages did little to calm me. Clear proof that I’m near losing control of my reason and senses.

I fear you’ve trapped me, wittingly or un; much as I have always wanted to resist such irrationalities, especially given my recent history, I am enjoying this.

At least we’re forced to take our time. What is the point in wasting the delicious unknown?