Clouds are God’s way of saying ‘you suck’ to artists.
I wonder how I would react if suddenly the entire world’s population was twice as clever but I stayed the same. If I suddenly didn’t understand the jokes on television, new inventions, politics, music or magazines. At all. I could manage my life, but nothing above and beyond that. I wasn’t anymore stupid than the day before. I was just behind. In every possible way. Would it take away my ambitions? Would it take away the ever-present and crushing sense of guilt that I feel for not achieving enough? Would it make me lonely? More carefree? Happier?
According to my calculations, there is 22 years till Gandalf drops by and takes me on an adventure.