Maybe All You've Been Running From
"It's cut up, like, a pizza, ok?"
"...You want me to think of World War One like a pizza?"
"Whatever. A pie, a cupcake, a what-freaking-ever. A donut."
"Donut?"
"They're all clambering for the center slice, the final goal, but when they get there, they find there's nothing at all."
"I would never have imagined that a donut could have become so profound."
"That's only 'cause war and pastries are profound topics. Seriously, they go hand-in-hand."
A smile. "Then how would you describe World War Two in an abstract and meaningless metaphor?"
A smile in return. "Well, imagine a Tootsie-Pop..."
"...You want me to think of World War One like a pizza?"
"Whatever. A pie, a cupcake, a what-freaking-ever. A donut."
"Donut?"
"They're all clambering for the center slice, the final goal, but when they get there, they find there's nothing at all."
"I would never have imagined that a donut could have become so profound."
"That's only 'cause war and pastries are profound topics. Seriously, they go hand-in-hand."
A smile. "Then how would you describe World War Two in an abstract and meaningless metaphor?"
A smile in return. "Well, imagine a Tootsie-Pop..."