August 4th – Gents ready-made suits, Shirts, socks, ties, hats, Underwear and shoes, Going up.

I know that he isn’t him. He (the real he) is Nurse Ratched.

May 5th – Drip, drip, drop, Little April shower, Beating a tune, As you fall all around.

Well, wouldn’t all this cogitating lead me to come up with a sort of rival theory to the Big Bang and religion?