Too much time on my hands. I was looking at the wood grains on the floor the other day and tried to draw their outlines. I thought they looked a little like country shapes, or islands in the ocean. A friend said they looked like dead animals. But then I invented dialogue for them too. It made perfect sense in my head, of course, that a group of knots and burls on the ground would be chatting with one another, likely in a southern accent, discussing things like who gets to buy beer next, or where's the best skeet-shootin' in town. But now that I write it, it seems a little silly. Knots wouldn't have a southern accent at all. It would probably be Norwegian.
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