Two Wooden Boxes that Seem to Communicate Well // Andrew Schnur and James Brehm
Chapbook Design for David Foster Wallace’s “Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature”
Today, a busy day, I fancied myself as a robot, until I killed something. I had begun to prepare for myself a small pot of split-pea soup when tiny Leopold chased through the kitchen after a very large and terrified spider. Together we hunted the thing, to death. The battered spider gradually ceased to make the decisions involved in its own movement and it lay turned over, legs twitching and curling inward. My appetite waning, Leo’s waxing—we watched the life fade restlessly.
Below the horizon lay the bodies of the subjects, the dull, murky colored grass, and the “surprised” dog. It’s raining. I have all of these things that I can’t let get wet. What would Sisyphus do? Do you like surprises? My Dear Aunt Sally. (WWSD)? Eat Yourself. Follow the Order of Operations. The Seated Scribe is pudgy for a reason.