![]() It has sensory organs of some kind–eyes, the proverbial gateways to the soul, or a nose with which to smell, or a tongue with which to taste–something that implies an interaction with the external by the internal. Imagine the trash can outside is now aware of its surroundings, of what’s happening to it. I can’t help but imagine that, to some degree, it has become alive. ![]() ![]() I like to tell people that if you put googly eyes on a trash can, I’ll empathize with it. ![]()
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