2016 On The Run, or: “Breaking out of my body, and flying away…”
Well… how about that 2016, huh? I don’t know what it is about this year, but people just seem to be having the most miserable mess of things in the temporal fluxification of MMXVI. We lost Bowie, Prince, two-thirds of Emerson Lake & Palmer, and the great Alan Thicke, and we gained a Trump presidency.…