There it was, my last hope sitting like a Shrodingers cat in the wall. From the quantum mechanics perspective, it was full and empty at the same time while still closed. My stomach was not following fundamental laws of physics and was making a loud statement that it is empty though. I have entered the pin code and pulled the knob...
This is the ongoing story about a clown that struggles to get back his colors after he's been stripped of it. Written every day as time goes by and illustrated by Midjourney AI. So hang on as the story unfolds.
