MY WHOLE IS OTHER THAN THE SIM OF MY PARTS

On Tuesday just gone my Volvo’s plip failed and I couldn’t get into the car. I was temporarily insensible, flummoxed, stabbing the lifeless plip at the door, peering helplessly in through the side windows with thoughts of vehicular infidelity. I deserved better, a vehicle that welcomed my approach, one that would let me in. I … Continue reading MY WHOLE IS OTHER THAN THE SIM OF MY PARTS