Words of the Constant
Table Vase
A nice vase without any flowers.
It's nice to have a little light.
A nice vase of flowers.
I know I told Maxwell to replace the bulb.
Not looking very fresh.
Woby, did you eat the flower?
Oooh, useful.
Careful with that, Woby.
We should find a fresh one, Woby!
It looks sad.
I thought I just replaced these. Or was that later?
Good as new.
Beautiful.
I swear I just replaced this.
Fleeting.
We must replace these at once.
Now we can all shine a little brighter.
Pretty, though I prefer flour.
It's looking pretty dim.
I'm sorry, Maman.
Empty. Shall we use it for target practice?
It burns bright.
Saveth them for my funeral.
The light wanes.
Beauty fades. Glory is forever.
An empty vessel awaiting decoration or light.
A temporary reprieve from the shadow.
Purely decorative.
I believe it is Wilson's turn to fetch bulbs.
Every lovely flower must one day wilt.
Reminds me of antique shopping with mother.
Nice and bright!
We like it!
It's gonna go out soon.
They look sad.
I feel the urge to stare into it.
It's illuminating... for now.
We pulled the flowers from their homes for our own amusement.
It, too, will die.
I think it's lovelier this way...
Ah, could use a doily, wouldn't you say?
The more light to read by the better, in my opinion.
It's pleasant to see a little decor out here.
It is Maxwell's turn to procure bulbs. I've it written down right here.
A pity. Shall we find replacements?
It's empty. Might as well burn it.
Not as good as a fire, but at least we won't be in the dark.
Just a bunch of dumb flowers.
We're gonna be in the dark soon.
Those need replacing.