Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it
Reliving my childhood
But making up for it with enthusiasm
Not an exhaustive list.
A sojourn to the primordial domicile of the ancients ™.
The season begins
morphing into some lite libertarianism.
A breakfast crusade. But without the slaughter of any autochthons.
Over-dramatization and McGyver-ism, subtitled in parseltongue.
Daytripin’. Sans cultists. Or really anything untoward.