Children; they envision me as a breathing, living dinosaur. Yet I am nonexistent. I exist as a representation of their own projections on to a stuffed doll. I see now what men are after: entities that only exist to them and no one else.
"Alex, I'll take Theoretical Baconology for $2,000."
I dunno, existentialism stuff, I guess.
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