Reality Can be Too Contrived

Reality ought to happen spontaneously. Nothing should be fancy or crazy about it. But yesterday, I passed by this mountain road and noticed two motorcycles parked on the side. Between them is a baby cart. There was no house anywhere near so why would a baby decide to park his cart there? Clearly, he ought to have parked nearer his crib.

Wrong parking.

Well, this one is not your kind of crib. But it is where workers pass the night over during workdays. It made me wonder: why do workers work during workdays? Tsk, tsk. Anyway, what they do here, they quarry on the mountainside using pick axe and shovel. No backhoes or anything. Just pure muscle.

After a long day's hard work, a place like this can feel like a luxury.

People love the Rolling Stones. But when you happen to be here when the stones go rolling, you might not like it much.

Rolls-Rolls.

I find frogs the most sociable of all animals because they just love to blend in. Unfortunately, they are plagued with chicken pox all their life so they spend most their time alone.


Sgt. Frog's Lonely Hearts Club.

Not too many people notice how contrived reality is. It's because they grew up with all this contrivance and they got so used to it. I grew up seeing morons all over the place that I have actually become convinced that this is a world of morons. I don't question it anymore. But there are people who notice the contrivance of nature and reality. These are poets, astronomers, and hobos. They all look the same to me so I do not bother with the distinction.





BITS AND BITS

He could use a little tickling.

Counting his steps. Just in case.

She's not suicidal. Not yet.

Tinkerbells on the shore.


(Written a week ago, republished today due to code errors)