The Problem of Evil
What if the Devil doesn't know he's the Devil?
Very amusing indeed.
However, when you squint your eyes a little, tilt your head slightly to the left and then without a doubt the image of a brain does appear before your eyes. Amiright? The shape, the colour, the position on your head... it's a bloody brain! (minus the bloody part). That will indeed raise the conversation to another level!
It makes you wonder about the way we perceive things and how they 'actually' are. Are we denying the good fortune of this hat to be taken away by the singular position of sitting decoratively on ones head during chic dinner parties and listening to the gossip of old French ladies? OR do we all agree that there's more then one way to appreciate the shape, colour and position of this hat rightfully?
It's not just the hat, as it is the awareness of the hat that makes me feel so strongly about its disposition. Does the hat know it looks rather a bit like a brain? Most probably not, which is a shame really. It could've taken over the world with its brilliance! (Most probably not.)
We meet again. Is it fate? Is it meant to be? Is it written in the stars that we are destined to fraternize? Kiss me, my dear, and I will reveal my croissant. I will spread your pate.
I will dip my ladle in your vichyssoise. And now, like Napoleon, I will divide and conquer.
Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.
Although it must be said that this hat must not fall into the hands of someone who has evil in mind. Otherwise we'll get such scenes like The Mask and The Hat evidently doesn't sound as 'cool'. You initially think this hat is anything but harmful. But after it's taken possession over your body, you're inclined to say it isn't 'as fun'. It's not me lying there, but an old French lady after too many crème brûlées. Strong stuff.