In a Moment of Quiet Reflection, I Often Ask Myself
Philosophical musings present in alt text in the Ballard 25th Anniversary Sweepstakes.
Am I an istant winner? If so, what does it mean to my existence and consciousness that I crave istant things? Are istant things the opposite of extant things?
Of course, it could be a typo, but why remove the mysteries from the everyday world?