? is my favourite punctuation mark.
To question is to understand, to append, to introspect, and to restructure. Everything can be questioned in any way. This ferocious independence of thought can lead to a number of absurd questions (that probably are not even structurally valid), blasphemous questions, questions that shatter life-long beliefs, questions that give rise to life-long beliefs, questions that make you despise yourself for the immediate after-thought, questions that make you feel like a very intellectual individual... you get the drift. I believe myself to be going through a novel phase. I am not even sure if this can be called a phase. Perhaps a newly acquired trait. I have been asking all my life. Asking for money (which comes easily by virtue of being a financial parasite), asking when we’d reach, but above all, asking questions. My mother used to call me a question bank up until I was eight. Like most kids, I asked about the functioning of life’s components. A kid sees everything with wonder and a desire
