Over Bob’s workbench
Years pass, and the worst does not happen. You are not murdered in a dark alley, your vacation flight is not hijacked by terrorists, your children safely cross busy roads, navigate through life’s pitfalls and parties, until their childhoods are over. You should learn to keep things in proportion, but still sometimes your worries spiral uncontrollably and your fears escalate like a blinding whirlwind.
This is why I like Bob’s workbench. In other times, in other cultures, there might have been a talisman, an amulet, an ankh, an evil eye; something to signify a safe place. An old teddy bear and two Planet of the Apes masks watch over my desk as I write this. Bob has a small man standing, watching over the disorder of his world; a small man as a talisman. I like him too, I suspect that he helps Bob to keep things in proportion.
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