Today I went to the Berlin IKEA and biking home I was thinking about how happy I was that I could now have people over for dinner, when I went over a bump and heard a crack.
Not both of my new plates, but only one split apart.
Immediately I started thinking of what this must mean.
Was I meant to eat alone – was the universe recognizing that what I have on my plate these days is broken glass? I decided that it simply meant I should not bike quickly with cheaply made goods, and instead enjoyed my time alone as I walked home.
It seems the world is without meaning and we choose how to interpret what happens.
—carnelian king
Flommist Carnelian King is a performing artist, product designer, toy maker and nonbinary clown currently living in Berlin. Copyright © 2017 Carnelian King.
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