The picket fence There was a fence with spaces you could look through if you wanted to. An architect who saw this thing stood there one summer evening. Took out the spaces with great care and built a castle in the air. The fence was utterly dumbfounded, each post stood there with nothing round it. Christian Morgenstern, The Art of Looking Sideways www.andrew.cmu.edu spacearchitectureabsurdity
Kokoro A Novel by Natsume Sōseki www.penguinrandomhouse.com Vibrations in the airThat delicate and complex instrumentThe great soundless whirl of darknessUnderfootNot them he despised+2 More zenabsurdity
Don Quixote A Novel by Miguel de Cervantes www.amazon.com A distant fireWhen life is overStoriesArtificeDeceivers and deceptions+1 More absurdity
But we're not there A Fragment by Alan Jacobs hedgehogreview.com Get your fucking hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me ...But we’re not there. There’s a cheering-audience soundtrack, but it’s fake, Burnham knows it’s fake, he’s the one who put it there. He doesn’t know whether we’re watching, whether our hands are up, whether all eyes are on him. Bo Burnham: Inside