breakfast at... tiffany’s?

[or: rosehip & hibiscus tea, a dwarf, a two-headed dog, a crazy chinese lady and this music.]

the best thing about the chinese lady was her red jersey. and the best thing about the two-headed dog was its feet. there’s no use trying to pretend there was anything “best” about the tea, the music or especially the dwarf, but they added an element to the situation that made it more conducive to reveal a story.

whether the story was in the attempted-sandwich-gifting, the return of the lady in red, the sudden appearance and consequent observation of the dwarf or the bad adventure to awful tea and worse music, was unclear.

or, perhaps there was no story. perhaps the lady in red had simply had enough of her sandwich and had tried to re-gift it so as not to be wasteful. and perhaps she simply came back because she was lonely and felt sad, and being around the interesting creature cheered her up in some way. watching the dwarf can be very plainly explained by the fact that he was a dwarf. and the tea was merely a bad judgement call, not helped along by the dreary music.

maybe, when you dissected it and looked at each individual event in its own right there wasn’t a big picture, or a full story. but, when you consider that it all happened at once, on the same street corner one friday morning, it does begin to seem quite curious. quite curious indeed.