Skeletons. Here they come.
In recent months I've been enjoying the humble, pointy, knobbly form of the human skeleton. A gracious creature, no doubt. There is something delightful about it. It's like a creature all its own.
Because you have to imagine, don't you, that something is going on inside the mind of a skeleton. That thing is alive, despite its abject deadness. The essence of life is not so much in the living as it is in the anthropomorphic capabilities of a shape. And the skeleton is perhaps the most anthropomorphically capable shape. Because it's just a lil' fella.
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