I want to be safe/I want to be free
Jenny Woolf was kind enough to send me a chapter of The Mystery of Lewis Carroll to read. Apparently he struggled all his life with wishing to believe, willing himself to do so, and the skepticism of his logical mathematician's mind.
Just reshot this (in part because I am delaying doing my homework for talking to folks at Shipyard Labs). Sometimes less is more- what do you think? As I finished, I inadvertently released the roll of silver duct tape which rolled merrily down the steep stairway and vanished (ie, did NOT roll into the street) when it got to the steps - that silvery gleam, whither is it fled?