...as a child I always loved dioramas -- planning them, building them, looking at others', and coming up with new ideas for them. Life was rich in popsicle sticks, Elmers glue, and imagination.
At the same time I was inordinately fascinated by real-life "little worlds" such as tide pools, rotting stumps, scummy pond edges, wasp nests, ant colonies and the like. And with healthy regular helpings of the Davids (Suzuki and Attenborough) I couldn’t help but fall in blissful wonderment (read: love).
As time passed I was overtaken by confoundment and dismay when I realized that diorama-making was not on par with reading, writing, arithmetic, or even physical education.
“’There are no dioramas in highschool?’ What do you mean there are no dioramas? …How else do you interpret scenes from pictureless novels? (Why are there novels without pictures?) I mean, how would you convey your understanding of the salmon life cycle?”
“Well, not using shoeboxes and construction paper. You might have to write.”
…as it would turn out, there were no dioramas at work, or even in university either!
Needless to say, it is indeed, as Mr. Orzabal suggests, a very very mad world.
p.s. I live in Vancouver, like long walks in the intertidal zone, and catching small flies to feed to my Betta (She says I spend too much time at the beach checking out at all the other fish. It’s true that I spend too much time there… I told her I only look, but I don’t think she believes me.)
…oh ya, and it was my diabolical nemesis the evil "rickwaines" and his dastardly tricks that fooled me into using this forum.



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