mise en abymecrochet ( marriage ) ©1910 I met a blind mouse for breakfast this evening and we had a grand time discussing the effects of pancakes in the late hours versus the morning. This mouse told me of her sudden loss of sight when she was only 3 - the result of a man-made poison that took the life of her entire family, leaving her visionless and without a home. I began to weep tears of dust. She could sense my emotions and asked if I could make her cry as well. "You would like me to make you cry?", I asked as the tears were diluting my coffee. "Please", said the mouse, "it is the only hope I have in a world that only wishes me death". What a shockingly poetic statement from a mouse who enjoys breakfast for dinner. I then reached into my sachet and presented the mouse with my sacred copy of crochet, a beautifully handcrafted album by mise en abyme. "This feels warm" said the mouse. "Yes, it is" I replied. :: exit.
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