On Flammable Teapots and the Element of Surprise
“I’ll put the kettle on for your oatmeal. Don’t forget it!” That’s how it all started: the flames. The ashes. The soot. The melted metal. The pervasive stench of burnt…
“I’ll put the kettle on for your oatmeal. Don’t forget it!” That’s how it all started: the flames. The ashes. The soot. The melted metal. The pervasive stench of burnt…