Taking card stock #5
Storing the inferences isn’t as easy as placing an apple into the crisper—it is more like slicing a banana with a string of dental floss and hoping for applause when it is peeled—or at least being able to enjoy the applesauce. Dark in the morning and dark in the evening, and I’m not even riding a cart into the depths of the earth—mining words and numbers and storing the inferences. Marking the grid with asymmetric words is sometimes all that can be done, and the book stored in a dark drawer that never sees the light of day. Few are lucky enough to have the words made symmetrical after the eulogy—most have the scribbles alongside them to help fertilize the ground—the ultimate end of a fertile imagination.