I’m pretty sure it was Nietzsche who said, “When one gazes too long at a pillow, sometimes the pillow gazes back.” And how true that is.
We’ve got several of these pillows–well, not this EXACT pillow, because this pillow is special, and that’s not short-bus special or “I love it because you made it” special (though indeed it may also be that kind of special). No, this is “aliens from space are among us” special.
The pillows we have, which turn up with some regularity at our local crapatorium, are a little uncomfortable to lounge on, kind of like you’re resting your head on a muppet with a skin condition. But at least they don’t stare at you.
In its timeless transmigration between the stars, and its not-so-timeless period on the sofa soaking up spilled beer, or just maybe used as a dog bed, what has this pillow seen? Your mind may very well snap at the insights it has, or at least you wouldn’t want to have gotten the same view of Aunt Gertrude’s rear that it did. No-one wants that.
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