Shadows frighten me. Following the walleyed logic of fear, shadow puppets and puppeteers frighten me, too. The very nature of shadows ensures that mine has to follow me around everywhere I go, like a reanimated puppy. This creeps me out. I figure you can’t trust a shadow puppeteer, or any other iteration of shadow wrangler who dabbles in the dark arts. They toy with the creatures that cling to your soul.
Cloudy days mean I can go about my business without having to watch my back for the darkness stepping on my heels. Five years ago, when I read in some nature book that Portland is blessed with an abundance of clouds, I packed up my possessions and moved there (here), lickety-split. Haven’t bumped into a shadow puppeteer yet.
Instead of attending this exhibition of evil, I microwaved a factory-packed beef stroganoff dinner, threw on some Goblin, and organized my books by color. Beyond the shadow of a doubt, it was the best way to occupy my evening.
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Shadows frighten me. Following the walleyed logic of fear, shadow puppets and puppeteers frighten me, too. The very nature of shadows ensures that mine has to follow me around everywhere I go, like a reanimated puppy. This creeps me out. I figure you can’t trust a shadow puppeteer, or any other iteration of shadow wrangler who dabbles in the dark arts. They toy with the creatures that cling to your soul.

Cloudy days mean I can go about my business without having to watch my back for the darkness stepping on my heels. Five years ago, when I read in some nature book that Portland is blessed with an abundance of clouds, I packed up my possessions and moved there (here), lickety-split. Haven’t bumped into a shadow puppeteer yet.

Instead of attending this exhibition of evil, I microwaved a factory-packed beef stroganoff dinner, threw on some Goblin, and organized my books by color. Beyond the shadow of a doubt, it was the best way to occupy my evening.

[via jayrz]

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