Play of the dayPosted: May 10, 2011
The short and sweet play of the day, folks, was the sighting of a strange, somewhat dishelved old man who I passed on my walk home this afternoon.
He stood, distractedly gazing into the window of a clothing store in Barrio Recoleta. He held a grocery bag and in it I spotted but one item: an old, pink toilet seat.
My insomnia may be deepening my appreciation for the bizarre but it was oh-so-nice to be met in the outside world with a vision not altogether unlike those I might encounter were I to have the pleasure of sleeping, perchance, to dream.