I remember distinctly, before I woke up to the JQ, being in Amsterdam, right by Westermarkt and the Anne Frank house. For some intuitive reason, I looked at the absurd line leading to it and I sensed the sheep in that line. I thought to myself, “This is not me,” and I walked away, going back to the comfort of the non-touristy, residential area of the city that spoke to my soul.
dingbat 1 points 3.4 years ago
I remember distinctly, before I woke up to the JQ, being in Amsterdam, right by Westermarkt and the Anne Frank house. For some intuitive reason, I looked at the absurd line leading to it and I sensed the sheep in that line. I thought to myself, “This is not me,” and I walked away, going back to the comfort of the non-touristy, residential area of the city that spoke to my soul.