Smarts

I sat out on the dock with the ghost of the philosopher William James.

He was black and white. It turns out people use to be black in white up till 1935. Below is a picture I took of him with my phone.

I told the ghost of William James that I wished I was smart like him. When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time at school in the corner wearing a dunce hat.

The ghost of William James said, “I was pondering about the distinct nature of your head shape.”