The seat back in front of me has a crack in it right at forehead level. There’s tiny lines and dendrites like a brain cell. What if someone thought something so hard that it became embedded in the vinyl?

I pressed my head against the same spot, closed my eyes and waited for the thought to jump into my mind. I waited a long time and eventually something did come to me:

“No one refers to a zero as a perfect score.”

Hmmn… I really expected something more profound but now my thoughts surround that one. Until another comes along.