2002-10-28 - 4:57 PM

Pajamas and bright red, blue, and yellow plastic blocks, composing such an intricate scenery that the parts in no way will ever be believed to equal the whole. Bright orange buckets and yellow lights, the crunching of a death so completely unlike real death on such a macro scale. Sounds, today, have seemed so real and innocent, devoid of metaphors that can seep in at just the wrong moment and turn a thought into a giraffe when all you want is a thought.