THIGH OF THE TIGER, PART DEUX
I am haunted by randomness.
Everything around me seems in chaos and disarray.
The world is a mess, a game of 52 Pick-Up every second of the day with no reason, predictability or order to guide its path.
Or is it?
In March of this year, my buddy Drew snapped this photo coming out of Wal-Mart:
As I remarked at the time, he did not say if the tiger "growled" at him.
Then on Saturday while visiting a crafts fair at the USF Sun Dome (Don't laugh. It was hilarious fun), I snapped this photo:
Was she an apparition, a spirit guide sent to help me navigate and interpret the world I live in, a divine signpost delivered to give me a compass bearing for my soul?
Perhaps this merely was a white trash coincidence of the highest magnitude, visited upon me as I gazed at the splendor of a fake Christmas tree adorned with delicate, handmade NASCAR ornaments.
Questions I shall never know the answer to, I imagine.
The world is a vessel of mystery.
Posted by Jeff at September 27, 2005 05:33 AM