flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I just linked Tim Minchin’s ‘Not Perfect” a few days ago, so I will try not to be the super-redundant queen of redundancy and also repetitiveness, but it’s worth noting that he describes that song as being about the feeling you get that you’re the smallest doll in a babushka doll. Also, now that I know where I can pick up craftable Matryoshka blanks, I may have to do something tangible with this — I feel like Neurotic Owl would be hiding inside Manic Pixie Otter, who’d be hiding inside Neurotic Owl, and so on and so forth till I run out of layers. Feel free to overanalyze that last bit – I know I will.
Actually, the center layer might have to be candy. I like candy.