I pass by this mannequin often on my way to the store. What weirds me out about her is that she's smiling. You don't come across this very often. She sits in the window of an Indian fabric store. Maybe she's thinking, I'm not remotely Indian but am dressed like one so I'm just going to go along with it and pretend I'm happy with my mistaken identity.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Smiling Mannequin???
Posted by Alice at 5:11 AM
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