The letters of the word “self” look interesting, to say the least
The S looks like a snake, slithering through the grass in the garden
The E is a table, flipped on its side in frustration
The L is the legless chair upon which one sits
And the F is a pipe wrench, used to tighten the entire apparatus
What do these have in common?
Not much, but a complex combination of the things some identify with the “self”
After all, the letters look interesting, to say the least
A rose in Eden. One by one, the petals fall. The ground is stained red.