The conundrum of free will and destiny has always kept me dangling.
In Maureen Owen's perfectly titled Erosion's Pull, words and lines map, unmap, and revamp our everyday postcontemporary geographies: ironies and ambiguities, surrealistic conundrums, kaleidoscopic comedies, puzzlements, certain and uncertain loves and losses.
Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.
One room is always enough for one person. Two rooms is not enough for two people. That is one of the conundrums in life.
I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.
I'm a history geek and I love American history. It's so bizarre and so problematic and I love the many conundrums that it represents. You can go down so many black holes.