Cellophone trees
2008/11/23 @ 12:07 PM

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Watching from the outside, you inhabit a world I cannot get in.
And I could only watch silently on the outside, pointing, commenting but never part of it.
As you respond to every call and choosing your choices, I sit behind the plastic screen and imagine I'm you, making the choices.
As you turn and spin on that little platform, brandishing your sharpened knives, you execute perfectly with precision and joy.
So it is you who decides who lives and who dies.
And I'm the one standing on the outside peering in.
Then you look up, we met eyes and you asked, "Salmon sushi for you?"

Yup, and another tamago.