What is life exactly? What is life about? What is life made of? Are the trivial things what life is all about, or is life deeper than that? Why is life so strange? Why are things so unpredictable? Why do past events look so predictable? Compiling a person's life leads to one seeing patterns like you would a story.
Well, this was the story of a dying potato.
This potato sat on the rooftop with a cape flying behind their back. It was a bright red cape that was hard to miss among the snow. On this snowy day, they looked out to the horizon and watched the sun rise. Now was the coming of the new year. Now there would be new times.
Now was the time to do the things.
The potato prepared to jump off of the roof.
Well, this was the story of a dying potato.
This potato sat on the rooftop with a cape flying behind their back. It was a bright red cape that was hard to miss among the snow. On this snowy day, they looked out to the horizon and watched the sun rise. Now was the coming of the new year. Now there would be new times.
Now was the time to do the things.
The potato prepared to jump off of the roof.