“Dada? Do you know where my emonmeeberes?”
Raising eyes from laptop screen. “Sorry?”
“Do you know where my ebony bear is?”
Slightly confused. “Um, your ebony bear? I don’t know.”
“One must be receptive, receptive to the image at the moment it appears”. Bachelard, Gaston. The Poetics of Space.
Eyes rolling. “Tch. Daaaaadaaa! Not my ebony bear. My MP3 player.”
May 10, 2009 at 9:12 am |
Absolutely.
May 11, 2009 at 7:07 am |
*grin*
Growing from a bear to an mp3 player in the span of seconds. My, time does gallop along, doesn’t it?
May 12, 2009 at 7:28 pm |
He he. Great!
May 18, 2009 at 9:04 am |
ah, wherever you are, be all there. i hang my head in shame for all the times i have been caught as such.
(i am very fond of bachelard’s work too)
May 23, 2009 at 12:21 am |
Love this one! :D
May 23, 2009 at 3:35 am |
hehehehe!!!
June 4, 2009 at 5:30 am |
oh yeah…eyes rolling