An idea I read recently, like the sad, ultra-realist antonym of cartoon belief:
Maybe inanimate objects become much more inanimate at night, when no one's looking at them.
Of course they do. When I'm not there, talking to my bike, it's just a bike. Metal, rubber, cold.
(Phenomenologists among you could expand this idea towards humanity...or just stick with the cartoon idea. Either way.)
3 comments:
that hurts my brain
oh emma... i've put a special something on my blog for you...
oh. and the inanimate, flocked, nodding cat says 'meow!' which, of course means 'hi! i wonder if i meow when erin isn't here?'
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