I was patiently waiting for an answer about what happened to Mickey Mouse, but it is without looking when we see things how they really are. In other words, the valuable unexpected. That something that just falls perfectly into your lap, fits like a glove and amazes you like a summer sunrise.

In the streets of Brooklyn, New York, is where I found my answer. Mickey Mouse is gone. For good. He didn’t get a divorce. He didn’t get fired. He didn’t get bored of society. He is simply gone. Some believe, that he bit off more than he could chew. He craved that huge slice of cheese, infinite in various ways. Infinite flavor and size. He wanted more. He wanted the unwanted, the unusual, the unknown, and the uncertain. And that is exactly what he got it.

Except that he got it right on his face. Smashed defines.


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