Rigid hinges in hands still twist hair into weird, aerial braids. This is why I don't feel too upset about having been made into a human instead of a bird. Birds get to play and fly and poo without shame all their lives, while I spend mine in an office. But I can draw and braid hair. Without the ability to create beautiful, useless things, I would just be another animal and I never would have felt the satisfaction that comes from doing things which are not instinctive or conducive to the survival of myself, the care my offspring, or the progression of my species. Art is not a tool. It's just fun! Isn't that exciting?

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Taken on November 14, 2007