Someone told me that “life is a good beer”. come to think of it. life has the ways of beer, and yet life is a beer. there’s actually a beer called life. But then seeing the texture of life, the sweetness bitterness of it, the intoxicating power of it, the alcoholic addictiveness of it, is life not a beer? what is there that people do to beer and that beer does to people that doesn’t apply in life?
