affame_le_geant_three_impressions fyn gula when puppertwinkle told saumboo about the foto inside the mahogany scope, the man made of stone save for his face immediately felt three distinct impressions. 1. happiness we all live for something. even saumboo, suddenly forced to live in the middle of a parallel world where he could only blink his eyes, but not look out of them, where he could eat food but not benefit from it, where he could still speak and make his thoughts known to a chihuahua, yes, even he lived for some measure of happiness. and it was this moment of unexpected surprise, a singular instance as if micheal stipe and josh joplin were singing a duet together, when the day takes on a wonder that was not present before and it is because someone somewhere cared enough to make it possible. 2. nostalgia the thought of those early days along the bianca strada when frau werzenwozen spontaneously arrived in a spectacular wooden cart pulled by a formidable tiger ostentaciously dressed in a crow costume brought saumboo a twinge of melancholy, for this was a time when he was, although blind, happy and alacritous for the future. as for now, he was depressed, his heart as heavy as the stone that comprised his body and he didn't give a flying fuck about anything. in fact, a couple days prior, saumboo instructed puppertwinkle to write with a sharpie pen two statements, one upon his chest, the other across his back. it was in german, and translated to english they read: front: "i am tired of feeling nothing." back: "get your dream down right and watch it slip away." yet, this fotoscope was the whisper in the ear that all was about to change. 3. intense curiosity who was this box from? who snapped the foto? how was it done without them knowing? why? he was absolutely full of questions and scintillating excitement. wonder came upon him like sunlight breaking through heavy, bruised clouds and he felt depression falling off him layer by layer, an iridescent locust shedding its exoskeleton. he asked puppertwinkle to push one of the many miniature buttons on the side of the scope. 020914 what's it to you? who go blather from