The above was emblazoned proudly on a man's jacket, I saw on the subway coming home from my Saturday Korean class.
I'm so uplifted by the knowledge that clothing-marketers' English is almost as bad as my Korean. But seriously… I think that it should be the name of a novel. A complex study of eschatological metaphor and post-modern epistemology, set in an imaginary Asian country dominated by American consumerist values and inhabited by largely identical tribes of evangelical christians and half-hearted, retrograde buddhists.
Is there any room for a devoutly atheist, libertarian marxist half-quaker such as myself?
It might snow tonight.
In the bookstore where I went to buy my magazines for the week, I heard Abba.