once upon a time
in a land far far away, on the very first day of winter, in the eerie darkness of the night, without a soul shivering in the cold, it snowed. wait... no. in the darkness of the night there stood mary and her little lamb whose fleece was white as snow..waiting...waiting for something...they've been waiting for so long that they were covered in the white fluff and the narrator could not tell that they were there at all. mary was so cold but she was strong. she was persistent in her waiting and her little lamb provided sufficient company and warmth. then it was time. from a distance mary saw two snowy figures approaching. "Godot?" she called out in an anxious tone. indeed it was he, Godot his very own self, walking, existing, and covered with snow. but who was this mysterious figure next to him? he looked outlandish with a pointy hood, an odd shape for his body, and indistinctive features. mary had waited for this moment forever and danced at the sight of Godot. "what are you dancing for, mary? you spent your whole life waiting for me. now that i'm here, what are you to do with the rest of your life? you expected me to bring meaning but the only meaning you can deceive yourself to have was in waiting for me, and just now i've taken that away. but weep not, i've brought with me the angel of death, who will end your meaningless misery." on that note the hooded figure devoured the little lamb right before mary's eyes then mary herself. Godot disappeared into the darkness, only to return when he's anticipated again.
last night i took a break from work, which included brainstorming for my existential paper, and played outside in the snow. my friends and i made a snow shepherd and a snow sheep to display our dorm pride. some other residents of shepard made a snowman and an odd-looking snow"monster." this morning only the snow monster remained. not even a pile of snow existed where our snow shepherd and sheep were last night. i was devastated by the loss of the fluffy sheep but fascinated by the fact that the snow monster lived. did someone (our rival dorm perhaps?) steal our snow creatures? was the ugly snow monster not worth stealing? did the snow creatures run away? we made up stories during lunch and i wanted to share with you what i think REALLY happened.
(some other friends also made a snowman with a huge genital. even if i did know the whereabouts of him i would not have been able to incorporate him into my lovely little story.)
