This was the very first shot I snapped
this Christmas. This rain-drenched confectionary lovingly sculpted
into a cartoonish facsimile of a human organ by a soulless machine was
lying on the Southern Parkway off ramp from I-264. Does it taste of
vanilla, red velvet or simply broken dreams?
Mmmm....scandelicious.
Such a sight instantly begs the
question: "What is the sad, sad tale behind this cake's
rejection?" Was it rejected by a scorned lover? Perhaps
it was discarded by a woeful admirer on the way to approach the gal of his
dreams for the first time, only to disregard his infatuation as
foolishness as his neuroses got the better of his psychiatric prescriptions.
No one can say for sure. One thing is crystal clear though - such
banal poignancy is the fodder that pretentious collegiate photo shows are
made of.
