This picture hangs near the cash register at a BBQ place I’ve frequented for years. I have always been a bit jarred by it—and frankly have typically averted my gaze from it. But today I looked at it closely (why? who knows?) and noticed it had a nameplate beneath it: “Wibur”. I wish I hadn’t looked closely.
hmm maybe you should skip the pulled “pork” there…
Ha! I admit: the picture worries me. I fear Wilbur-on-a-plate!
The gaze of that possum is almost…. contemplative
“It is that ascent to what is that we shall affirm to be philosophy.” Plato