Life, ungrammatically

Anne Carson is a genius with the comma splice, she makes me want to use it to excess.


I loved the train today, I was thrillingly unconscious the whole way to Boston.

It was probably eighty degrees, the sun was shining, the North End is fancier now, luckily the binnoculars are exactly the same.

Josh is a year older, so are Shakespeare and Nabokov.

The sea of people looked sad, I guess the Red Sox lost.

I still don't know what you do with being sad, I guess you talk about other things.