You are unremarkable and unoriginal. Some days that comforts you, following the
path laid out for you by a billion forefathers and foremothers, whispering your destiny as they trod along. Some days it scares the shit out of you,
because darn it if you didn’t believe it when your mother said you were like a
snowflake.
Another week gone by.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, everyone.