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  1. Random Specific Thoughts @myrandomspecificthoughts.wordpress.com@myrandomspecificthoughts.wordpress.com ·

    Rick & Morty

    “The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
    ― W.B. Yeats

    Two for 350.

    When one is listed for 175, it is not a deal any sane person would take. But I am enthralled; somehow, two for 350 is lucrative, a steal; a price worthy of the art but approved by my student wallet.

    They are miniature elephants, handcrafted and painted in blacks, greens and pinks; they are products of human whimsy; reality doesn’t stand a chance. And as such, they are dressed up too, in intricate, elaborate, pretty jhools of blue, green and purple.

    He’s staring at me and laying out more colours – yellows and blacks and reds, and there is no end to the colours that are spewing out of his arms. I pick a blue and yellow, and he’s still staring; I feel imagined judgement and put them back to pick up a pink and a black. They’re such an unlikely pair, and colours that don’t make sense. But I know, it’s also the only pink elephant I’ll probably ever hold.

    I didn’t know then that I’d give them away. But I think about him, the artist who made these, painted these in these ungodly colours and shipped them across state borders. Does he know what’ll come of these tiny artefacts? Perhaps to him, it is sustenance, numbers and today’s ends meeting. But I like to think he has hopes and dreams; that his work, his labour could potentially see more worlds than he would.

    I bought them because I saw them and I had this inexplicable urge where I simply had to have them; in all of the multiverse branches, there was no universe where I walked away empty-handed. I would have given a pound of flesh if I had to. But just as surely as I wanted them, I was aware they weren’t mine to hold onto.

    Today, the elephants I’ve nicknamed Rick and Morty are with my friend and his mother, oceans apart. One sits with him, the other with her; each a small, ridiculous assurance that the other is happy and well somewhere in the world.

    You just know they are where they should be. And perhaps they are happy, too; objects oblivious to life and its sorrows, having found a purpose they will never learn of.

    “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
    ― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

    Thoughtfully yours,
    D

    [Featured image: Photo by Alec Doualetas on Pexels.com]

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