Today you’re going to wake up in a man sized fishbowl.
“Why am I in a man-sized fishbowl?” you’ll scream at the top
of your lungs.
“So I can eat you!” the giant outside the fishbowl will
murmur at you, his voice deafening.
“Oh! What an ironic
fate has befallen me!” you’ll shout back.
“This isn’t ironic,” he’ll delicately whisper with a shake
of his head.
“Oh.” At this point
the wind will begin to leave your sales.
“Would this qualify as Kafka-esque?”
“No,” the giant will say with a grim smile. Then he’ll lift you out of the bowl and eat
you in one gulp.
As you descend into his stomach your elation at escaping
from the bowl will be alloyed by both your sustained disappointment at how
worthless your liberal arts degree is and your trepidation at the prospect of
traversing a giant’s butthole over the next week or so.
Congratulations on Finding Your Way Out of the Man-Sized
Fishbowl!
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