In front of an outdoor pool and playground, one man lies naked on the ground as another scantily clad man holds the first man’s wrists behind his back. The man on top also holds the first man’s head and knees down to the ground.
This somewhat odd photograph was suggested by Walt. I’m a bit perplexed by a number of things here, such as why the man laying down is wearing one—that’s right, only one—sock, and I’m at a loss to figure out what the other man’s clothes are supposed to be. Also, that backyard pool looks like they’re missing their 2.5 kids and a dog somewhere.
Then again, maybe that’s the point. The idyllic notion of having a house, 2.5 kids, and a dog, is such a foreign and alien thing to so many people. I’d feel much more at home with a dungeon and a sturdy set of cages where the family pet (that’s me, for those who haven’t kept up so far) could spend a cozy night. Now, that’s not to say a happy and successful life is not something I desire, but rather that what happiness and success looks like is not something other people can define for me. In fact, it’s the people who define happiness in ways that are alien to the way I do that are the least capable of making my reality one in which I can freely practice the American ideals of a pursuit of happiness.