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The World on Fire

Continued from yesterday:

Did I say smoking gun?

No, you said smoking rug.

Right, smoking rug. Well, yes the fat was in the fire so to speak. Mr. Potatoehead’s quick response to the emergency had smothered the possibility of danger in the therapy room quite sufficiently. Transference however, began almost immediately; the freudian retrieved his pipe (Michel Foucault. This is Not a Pipe) as Mr. Potatoehead brushed cinders from his rumbled and ruined suit. “Shocking, absolutely shocking”, said the freudian through chattering teeth, “and to think, only moments ago we were chatting unaware of the danger that lie before us”. “I’d best be on my way”, replied Mr. Potatoehead “now that I’ve most effectively used the remaining time within the hour.” “Aha”, said the therapist, “but what is real, is it you, or my pipe (Jason Leary. Pipe Dreams & Pipe Realities)?” Mr. Potatoehead was somewhat taken aback, “why we both are as real as I’m standing here”, he responded.

“The best way out is always through.”

–Robert Frost

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