Wanderers

by Chuck Wendig

‘Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.’ ” Colleen’s face scrunched up. “What Bible passage is that?” “It’s not the Bible, it’s Isaac Asimov.”

It smelled weird. A little like weed, a bit like beer, and the telltale stink of man-scent, which hovered between too much cologne and farts, easily the two worst candles in the Yankee Candle repository.

A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that’s just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it’s a joke. —Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, part 1