Today's NYT "Modern Love" column contained a great story about a dude named Death Bear who will come to your home (assuming you live in Brooklyn or thereabouts) and "remove painful reminders of your past and give you the chance to start fresh in 2010."
I want to be Death Bear! Imagine the strange encounters he's experiencing daily under that giant, furry suit. Anonymous. Nameless. Faceless. (Unless masks and pseudonyms count.)
Imagine the stuff he's collecting.
Imagine the book he'll be able to write.
Imagine the satisfaction he must feel helping people move on.
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