As life becomes complicated, I search for simplicity as a form of escape. It is a way to retreat back in time, when cares could be forgotten in a matter of minutes. I find it pleasing to bring into my world objects that are seemingly logical and understandable. The grown-up me then requires a little quirk. On further perusal, there is something amiss, something twisted. A puzzle. I am not good at riddles, but as I have written this one myself I feel the relief and pride in being able to answer it. For once I can get something right. For once I can be the winner.