Through the lens of his mask, his eyes crinkled up- the only real sign that he was smiling too.
"I guess some ordinary people don't really care whether they are ordinary or not, but want to think of the universe as somethin' special." That was what his case was, anyway. It never insulted him to get lost in it; he was a part of something beautiful and big. "Even when sometimes all that specialness makes it smell like horse shit." Thank you, swamp.
And he noted then that little snowman had wandered right off towards the outline of a dilapidated building. It traced its way up the stairs and looked around in confusion on a porch of a thing, its little distant figure looking about as confused as an animated snowman could.
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"I guess some ordinary people don't really care whether they are ordinary or not, but want to think of the universe as somethin' special." That was what his case was, anyway. It never insulted him to get lost in it; he was a part of something beautiful and big. "Even when sometimes all that specialness makes it smell like horse shit." Thank you, swamp.
And he noted then that little snowman had wandered right off towards the outline of a dilapidated building. It traced its way up the stairs and looked around in confusion on a porch of a thing, its little distant figure looking about as confused as an animated snowman could.