Vacuosity

Read'em and weep

I think that our entire lives are all about pages.

Back in Victorian times, being a page was a whole career.

Now, everyone's always saying, "I'm turning a page", and "Are we on the same page here?" Wouldn't you like to name your company "AAAAAAAAA Plumbing" to get top ranking in the Yellow Pages? And if you haven't got a web page, you're nobody, at least in business. You're identity is on your business card, which is nothing but a little, tiny page. Before you could receive a call on your cell, all anybody could get was a page.

When you're born they announce it on the "Births" pages of the newspaper. That's a keeper, that one. Same with the page that declares your existence: the birth certificate. Go to school, graduate, get handed another page. Frame it, hang it. If you're lucky, you do something unusual and you might make the front page; another keeper. You're whole life you're signing pages: marriage certificate, real estate papers, application forms, divorce papers. Then away you go and you're in the obituary columns, the Death page; you're not keeping that one, are you? Then it's down to that all important page, the will.
That's when you attach a dollar value to everyone you ever knew and define how much they meant to you. What does everyone get? All those little pages you worked your entire life to earn.

See what I mean?

posted by David @ 10:48 p.m.