Words of the Constant
End Table
A burnt vase on a burnt table.
I should put something in there.
It's nice to have a little light.
A flower in a vase on a table.
Did we remember to pick up new bulbs?
Not looking too fresh.
That's how forest fires get started!
Hey... I think I saw something move under there.
Ta-da! Light!
Is somebody decorating out here?
Looks like we need to replace a bulb.
Those flowers are looking pretty sad.
That could have gone better.
Someone forgot to put flowers in the vase. Maybe it was me...
As good as new.
I make it a rule not to trust fancy tables I find in the wilderness.
Oh no, did I forget to replace the bulb again?
Its age is starting to show.
Should have taken it out of the oven sooner.
It could use a little something.
Now we can all shine a little brighter.
I miss table settings.
It's looking pretty dim.
I hope Maman Angeline is eating well without me.
It was no challenge at all.
There is no beast beneath.
The light burns bright.
Tis a tribute to Freya's beauty.
The light wanes.
Their beauty fades.
That was uncalled for.
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.
Antiques are dumb, anyway.
Reminds me of antique shopping with mother.
Nice and bright!
Looks great!
It's gonna go out soon.
They look sad.
Nothing lasts forever.
The shadow equivalent of taxidermy. I like 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...
Well, such as it is.
Ah, could use a doily, wouldn't you say?