To love bread. We know what that means. You don't have to love bread. That is, you don't have to take a position on bread. But we know the feeling of loving bread, the act of loving bread.
The absurd comes from time to time.
One small mistake results in
butterfly in your hands.
- Keshav, the symplectic geometer.
Suppose I make a
at every timestep. Then what?
- game theory student (overheard).
There is a playground outside of my apartment, where kids live in worlds of their own making — pretend kingdoms, baseball stadiums, and so on. One toddler dives into the sand, ``fire in the hole!” His mother calls after him, ``Oliver, where is your jacket?’’ Three stories up, I take a sip of green tea and apply Fatou’s lemma.
 Chalk Cliffs on Rügen, Caspar Friedrich.
 Seated Woman with Legs Drawn Up, Egon Schiele.
 Satan, William Blake.
 Veritablement, Marcel Broodthaers.
 Photograph from Youth, Alex Infanger.