"It’s a metaphor," he whispered to his date, who was busy trying to find a dropped popcorn kernel. "Life is just one big, oversized biological mystery that we're all trying to outrun."
He sat back down, satisfied. His date finally found the popcorn kernel. She looked at him, then at the blank screen, then back at him. 6.6Everything You Always Wanted to Know About S...
Woody stood up. "No, this is the intermission of the human soul! We are currently between the desire for answers and the realization that the questions were phrased poorly!" "It’s a metaphor," he whispered to his date,
Should we dive into a of this story or explore a different style of narration? She looked at him, then at the blank
"You know," she said, "for someone who claims to know everything about the subject, you seem remarkably confused."
Woody smiled, a nervous, twitchy sort of grin. "That’s the secret. The more you know, the less anything makes sense. It’s the only way to stay sane in a world that’s basically a series of sketches written by a caffeinated deity."
He thought back to the court jester he’d played in the previous segment. Being a fool was easy; the costumes were breathable. But being a modern man? That required a level of neuroticism that even his therapist found exhausting. He spent his days worrying about the cosmic insignificance of his love life and his nights wondering if his refrigerator was judging his lack of kale. Suddenly, the screen went blank. The theater fell silent. "Is this part of the bit?" someone yelled from the back.
"It’s a metaphor," he whispered to his date, who was busy trying to find a dropped popcorn kernel. "Life is just one big, oversized biological mystery that we're all trying to outrun."
He sat back down, satisfied. His date finally found the popcorn kernel. She looked at him, then at the blank screen, then back at him.
Woody stood up. "No, this is the intermission of the human soul! We are currently between the desire for answers and the realization that the questions were phrased poorly!"
Should we dive into a of this story or explore a different style of narration?
"You know," she said, "for someone who claims to know everything about the subject, you seem remarkably confused."
Woody smiled, a nervous, twitchy sort of grin. "That’s the secret. The more you know, the less anything makes sense. It’s the only way to stay sane in a world that’s basically a series of sketches written by a caffeinated deity."
He thought back to the court jester he’d played in the previous segment. Being a fool was easy; the costumes were breathable. But being a modern man? That required a level of neuroticism that even his therapist found exhausting. He spent his days worrying about the cosmic insignificance of his love life and his nights wondering if his refrigerator was judging his lack of kale. Suddenly, the screen went blank. The theater fell silent. "Is this part of the bit?" someone yelled from the back.