Yesterday was a very weirdly melancholy day. On my way to work I got stuck behind a hearse in a funeral procession. On the same route there was a dumptruck who cut me off. Before I could exclaim any expletives, I noticed that there was a vintage Winnie-The-Pooh bear tied to the back gate of the truck. I can't for the life of me fathom why anyone would tie such a precious object to the back of a dumptruck. It made me think of the first stuffed animal I had; a cat avante-gardely named "Cat."
Then, I didn't think of lost childhood or dwell on the emotional emptiness of adulthood. It started to rain, and I thought of how that stuffed bear's intrinsic ebay value is just plummeting.
So much for avoiding disillusionment.