Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The elephant in the room

What elephant I hear yee cry. What could be sillier, I ask?
Well, we are fine, can't see any elephants and are not threatened by any elephants. That said our room is an upper-middle class, capital, room. The room is tense, as if it knows that there is something there. The room reverberates and shakes. I sweep ignorantly. Elephant is weeping.
On Friday the door is locked down, all day. Even with nothing inside it's kind of scary.
Silly Sillier.

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