C'mon folks, try it yourself, there's almost always one word from the previous sentence in the one following:
Posting "like" Victor is not hard to do.
Hard is trying to tie your shoe while you're walking down the sidewalk.
Down the cold-hard sidewalk of life where stopping is frowned upon.
And because it's frowned upon, we don't dare to violate the rules.
The rules tell us that frowning will only increase your wrinkles in old age.
But only the truly old or truly young have no wrinkles of the soul.
Their souls are free; wrinkle-free that is
Sorry, that was awful, but it's stream of consciousness, more than intuition in my eyes. It feels good, and I maintain Victor sees words as art and paints us pictures thusly.