Sometimes it helps to question things and see that no one has questioned them before and then laugh about it. Like why does the word school exist when we already have the word prison?
Natural group behaviour. But I laugh about things that are not fun. Once we were in a bar, and a friend told me about a boy she had seen who fell like a log, and I laughed my head off.
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)
Like why does the word school exist when we already have the word prison?
