||[Dec. 9th, 2008|11:53 am]
Yesterday evening I drifted off for a bit on my bus home, and had a quick flash of a mental image:
A man in a poorly-lit basement, with strings of tortilla chips strung back and forth among his ceiling like pennants. There were hundreds if not thousands of chips, some moldy, some with decals of foreign flags stuck to them.
The man looked proudly up at the hanging chips and declared, "I've saved one chip from every order of nachos I've ever eaten!"
That was it.