sometimes when you inspect something ordinary you notice all the extraordinary things about it and are humbled by how it's slipped past you all this time.
like the inside of a mushroom.
it looks like a cave, so perfectly hallowed out, with a ceiling of stalactites and a column in the middle to keep it all in shape. i imagine tiny explorers finding hieroglyphics carved into the spongy walls that say things like 'i was here' but in squares and triangles instead of letters.
i'd like to put a note inside a mushroom, something profound and vague, so it should be found by a tiny explorer and studied by tiny theorists for years to come.
where did this mushroom message come from? what is meant by it and what does it mean for our civilization of tiny people who value the exploration of the inside of mushroom caves?
sometimes i think the most important thing in life, is to have something bigger than ourselves to ponder on.
2 comments:
I konw it's a little after the fact but I hated that no-one commented on the soft, lovely mushroom cave. I thought it looked very cozy and if I were just a little bit smaller, i would ask to move in:)
there's isn't a second bedroom in the mushroom i'm afraid! but you can stay at the mushroom westin down the road and come over for lunch.
xo
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