tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16694690.post8690876502654277538..comments2023-10-08T09:10:57.736-04:00Comments on Don't Know Better: Art Does a Better Impression of Life Than Life Itself. Ever Think About That? Huh? Never Mind. It's Friday. Enjoy Your Weekends, Everybody!Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178769759198311943noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16694690.post-60723060985791302452008-03-21T13:53:00.000-04:002008-03-21T13:53:00.000-04:00o rlyo rlyAparnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178769759198311943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16694690.post-52574053370736897342008-03-19T14:06:00.000-04:002008-03-19T14:06:00.000-04:00'there is nothing sadder than a single glove lying...'there is nothing sadder than a single glove lying on the street.'<BR/><BR/><BR/>One time i was in times square for the thanksgiving parade because my brother was playing in the band and i was in this huge crowd of people on the sidelines. This father was making his way through the mob and holding his tiny daughter by the hand. She trailed behind him and had a pink knit cap on. But the crowd was so tight and awful that the squeeze of people's legs around her suddenly knocked her hat off onto the ground so she instantly turned around to look at it sadly but her dad was still pulling her along cause he had no idea. She was forced to go onward while looking back at the hat on the ground. I was looking at the pink hat on the ground myself and there was no way i could do anything about it and pretty soon the hat and the girl disappeared from me in the crowd. I myself also disappeared into the crowd and that was that.<BR/><BR/>It's pretty sad to think of that pink hat on the ground and that little girl.I Am Dalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13689540169198237992noreply@blogger.com