Jun 12, 2021 | Geekery, Non-Fiction |
If we accept objects don’t exist… There is a chair in front of me. A nice red wooden chair with four legs, a seat to sit on, a rest to support the sitter’s back. Does this chair exist by itself? Of course it does: it exists regardless of me. But wait: we...
Jul 23, 2017 | Featured, Fiction |
Mary Ann tells me you’re going to help with the fence. Yes, sir. There’s not that much of it – shouldn’t take too long. They both looked at the fence, about sixty feet of white pickets that ran along the sidewalk. Mary Ann came out on the porch...
