Light a candle and the matchstick is so wooden and real, it
appeals to me – striking in its simplicity of design and function. An ordinary
object that draws unexpected scrutiny as a result of its unintentional
profundity shall henceforth be referred to as something “matchsticking”. See
also “matchsticking out”.
All the plans that might have been made, the math that might
have been studied – part of me responds, “Yeah, but at least I’m flossing!” as
if one could make up for the other through some cosmic balanced.
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