The Treehouse

Ralph’s dad built him a treehouse in their backyard. It was impossibly high, at least four times as high up as I could reach. And it was huge, elaborate, the stuff of 8 year old boy’s dreams. At least, that’s how the boy remembers it. Planks were...

Pixelanity

We humans love formula. Not only formula one, but any methodological recipe for life. Especially us men, we like to fit everything into a logic box, so we can work it all out. Be certain, conclude, open and shut case. Example: A colleague once said to me that he...