I have so many questions I need answered about life. Number one.. why have people become so odd about food these days? Tell me that head. I actually had a lady at the restaurant the other day announce she must eat soy free, gluten, dairy and sugar free. The chef just shook his head when I told him. Poor chef. The woman ate a dry salad and drank water. Why bother. Is that really living? Why oh why has this happened in 2014? The heads must know. Another one..why do mean people live forever and ever and good people die young? Tell me that, would you, big head.
Anyway, I didn't think much more about heads until this summer when I was in Chicago's Millennium Park and met his man, or perhaps woman. Not sure. Hard to tell without a body.
Unfortunately it was morning, and the head wasn't accepting any visitors. So I went thrift store shopping instead with friends. I might make another journey to Tucson, if nothing else but to ask the head to tell me a joke or two. If the head won't chat, then the tipsy patrons surely will. Skeptical that a head that is a bar would know the answer to the cure for cancer. Maybe.
Speaking of a joke, I saw this sculpture in front of a hip new hotel and let's just say I'm glad it wasn't talking to me, either. I don't even want to know it's backward view of life.