Monday, February 23, 2009

Ideas, otherwise known as little hiccups in the brain.

The new idea shouldn't be an idea, but I have to live with it anyway. Shouldn't have been allowed into my brain in the first place, but there is less and less control with these things I suppose.

Mini golf. Seriously.

I'm not kidding. I'm thinking about large book structures, a bunch of volumes, looking like grand, hardbound, special books dedicated to classical antiquity or the English language, or to misdeeds of American presidents; and then, "Viola!" open the book and out cascades mini golf holes. Little hazards sculpted out of paper.







(Fore!)