I observed this while waiting to check into a hotel.
Personification - because, like carpenters, poets need tools.
I wanted to be part of an illustration when I grew up, figuring, since I was going to be a man, and men are all two-dimensional, it was not beyond the realm of possibility.
I have an idea – a feeling, a picture – I want to convey; but this particular reader is more interested in where my idea came from than in what it actually is.
The taint of viral discontent, as filtered through a prison: it is the way our days are spent, and much grief has arisen from all the halves of halves of truth we spread upon our blankets — it is no wonder much of youth is now spent being anxious —
Just a thought.
Should we eat here?
Sometimes, we know...