Just a thought: Is waiting an action or the lack of action? Do we wait because we can or because we simply can't do anything anymore?
I don't know, you tell me.
Just a brief description of the Post-it: It's a happy day and on happy days, most people would be out being happy doing happy people stuff but not for this Skeleton! The reason why it's a skeleton now is because in its human days, it's been sitting around here, at this bus stop, waiting for a ride to Disneyland (because Disneyland is where your dreams come true!). But what it didn't realize was, sometimes, signs to a bus stop might not always mean "Go forth, this is the way to Disneyland". So it just sat there and waited. And if you realized, it has a speech bubble. A speech bubble means something can still talk. When something can still talk, it means it's still alive. But obviously Skeleton here isn't particularly alive. What it's saying isn't particularly substantial either. But what I'm saying is that, it's still waiting regardless. For that stupid bus. With the big windows in the shape of Mickey Mouse's ears. Oh the fantasy this Skeleton has.
I always like to blog in the middle of the night cause then I can blame all insanity and nonsense on the time.
