April 1st.A day built on lies, pranks, rubber snakes, and that one friend who still thinks putting salt in coffee is peak comedy.And there I was—standing on my porch like a philosopher in sweatpants—holding a lighter like it might reveal the truth behind everything. The air had that weird early-spring confusion to it. Not warm, not cold. Just… suspicious. Like the weather … [Read more...] about The Only Joke Is Time Itself

