there are two types of people in this world
there are two types of people in this world they said those who divide us all in half and those who just can’t rustle up a laugh at their inability to relax on an afternoon by the man made lake west of the old boundary line with one eye just the one mind on the imminent threat not to dressing for the Clubmen dinner but instead standing and delivering whatever is necessary to get free of the shadowy thing that interrupts itself without thinking switches focus from analysis to tatami mat and the sound of the cat at the threshold
there are two kinds of people in the world those who split us into two groups and those who can't laugh at their own inability to chill out by a fake lake on a lazy afternoon. West of the old border, they focus on the looming danger, not on dressing up for a fancy dinner, but on being ready to do whatever it takes to escape the vague threat that disrupts itself, shifting from deep thinking to a simple mat and the noise of a cat at the door.