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In Disney films, or nightmares, or psychedelic ramblings, inanimate objects take on lives of their own: talking teapots; rampaging brooms; breathing walls; philosophizing couches.
Weave a tale from the perspective of an object, say something around your house, or within the broader world.
We are the same, you and I.
Your eyes are my eyes, but you do not see as I see.
Your world is full of all things tangible, mine just a shadow of where you are.
Light and dark are the same for me as they are for you.
I do not know friendships, or have a sense of taste, smell, touch, or sound.
I can only see.
I do not exist unless you stand before me.
Am I beautiful?
A life of reflection.