I have an overdue library book. Unfortunately I can’t find it. I couldn’t even remember what the name of it was. I usually just scoop up three or four paper backs at a time at random; it is the only way for me to overcome a bias that ends with me reading the same type of books (and even the same book) over and over and never EXPANDING MY MIND.
I asked the librarian what the name of the book I seem to have lost is, get this, it’s title is:
LOST AND FOUND IN PRAGUE.
Is that funny? Should I move to Prague? Besides now having literally fallen on my face, this new phase of my life is seeming all too literal!