I used to be a tadpole until I read Kafka. Fucking Kafka.Oct03
Rhythms seem to permeate the game of baseball and manage without much effort to echo the ebb and flow of life. From pitch to pitch, month to month, season to season, and generation to generation, the rhythms hum yet we’re either focused on the next game as the most important game or when hope is […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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