My Cozy Theory Is Off To The Theory Graveyard
I thought we were cozying everything. Not just tea kettles, but stones, clocks, trees. Oh, and Cher's boobs. But these recent apparitions have changed my mind.
I see now that this is a simpler phenomenon. This is a an art trend. Crochet. The crochet that ate Manhattan if you will. So we must ask ourselves, what next? If we have ceased to cover with our crochet, and begun to model instead, I propose the following.
Installations featuring hordes of crochet people living crochet lives. "Sims Crochet." Only time, and the relentless force of a trend breaking onshore, will tell.
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