Freud once observed that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. On the math-yacht such distinctions are usually considered over-subtle
Elsewhere a girl is playing with her cat. Perhaps the most appealing aspect of life on the math-yacht is its innocent simplicity
Ahoy! A new shipmate has joined the crew at the last port of call. Pillow fights are forecast on coastal waters
Reality on the math-yacht is that which insists on calling you while y’re busy in the lower-deck pool
The screen is a doorway through which miracles arrive. This is as true on the math-yacht as anywhere else
Yes, multiple iterations of passengers exist with quite different hairstyles. And no, if they touch they won’t explode like matter and anti-matter. This isn’t science fiction, you know?
It’s about interspecies friendships too, that and an almost blasé disinterest in realistic scale or rationale
It’s about being your best possible self, and it’s about the history of naval architecture; which are two sides of the same coin when you think about it
Sometimes asking ourselves where we are and how we got here is more than a matter of metaphysical speculation
Try to keep yr enquiries grounded. You were on a 149 on the way to Edmonton Green, and then… Something like this will get you back on track right away