
When you find yourself sliding more or less
gracefully along a path consisting of new flats, new working-week catastrophes, new
friends and new definitely-not-friends, new routes home through the park (or around
it, when it’s dark), new and annoyingly smaller Clippers, new (?) bastions of
human progress that go under the name of gift cards, new accents, new motion graphics teachers
at the University of Life (please, if that’s ok), new pens and candle
holders, and new perspectives on what is real and what is not; when all this
happens, you have to stop for a minute and take time to celebrate an old ally.
Who, in fact, today gets even older (but we don’t mind because we like him greatly). With a double-decker apricot cake all frosted up and covered in dinosaur sprinkles and popping candy, because that's how we roll. Haaappaay Birthday Adam.

