As a child, when overwhelming waves of sourceless sadness and pain would erode my interest in the world, once I had learned to read, I could project my consciousness into books. I subsequently did so for really the majority of my time here on Earth. Of late, however, I have noted that the web appears to have diminished this capacity.
Pass
Reluctantly, we’re passing on the house we were bidding on. Inspection revealed a slew of first-year expenses which we have concluded that we cannot develop informed estimates upon by the time we need to close the deal, which would force us into a buying-in-ignorance situation. We’re passing.
Dammit.