Imagine you're in a large grassy field alone on a beautiful sunny cloudless day of reckoning. You wish there were some clouds to give you a sense of space and when you should eat lunch. But the clouds have long since fled. They are gone and won't return your calls anymore.
Distractingly, you notice a sandwich on your left. You can't tell what's inside so you reflexively take a bite out of your thumb. You don't remember which thumb it was. Please hang up and try again.
No comments:
Post a Comment