Thursday, 20 July 2006

The Platonic Realist in Me

Today I saw the cookie for what it really is -- a lump of dough. Ughh.

1 comment:

  1. That happens sometimes.
    It's almost like going to the museum and looking at three stripes of cloth in different shades of blue sewn together and realising that that's actually all it is. Especially if the artist couldn't find a title himself...
    I prefer cookies.