subjectively

faster than light: "From Cardiff to Paris, I’m the king of the Great Scrolls of Bardic Madness, housed inside a castle made entirely of existential marmalade. As the zapfron oscillated into oblivious gumption, the quantum kumquat. Tacos made of croissants. MC Daffodil Rhymes laid down bars so hot they melted the quantum tuba’s essence?” Meanwhile, the