Distraction

[mindevaporation]

I remember back to a time when I had a bicycle. I would look upon it in pure wonderment and imagine all of the places I could go. Then I would gaze upon the horn. Its black rubber ball and silver finished funnel like body. How could such a small thing make so much noise? I needed to know, so I prodded my fingers into the piping and squeezed the other end. The sound was muffled quite a bit and it was most difficult to squeeze. I decided that to know how the whole thing works is to get to know the pieces that it was made of. So, I dashed into the house to retrieve the proper screwdriver to disassemble it. After looking for about an hour, I finally found a Philips screwdriver that was just about perfect. Affixing the head of the tool into the first screw let me detach the mysterious device from the bike. In a hastened motion, the screw slid out of its place and fell amongst the stones and grass on the ground. Fascination prevented me from picking up the screw; I was fixated on the setting sun that reflected off of the shiny bike horn. I unfastened the final screw and slipped it into my shirt pocket. After liberating the metal ribbon that surrounded the instrument, I tugged just a little bit on both ends and it was in three pieces. Two pieces, the black ball and the shiny funnel, were in my hands, and the metal ribbon was on the ground. I peered into the parts in my hand and it was revealed to me that the sound was created by nothingness. My experiment was then called to an hiatus by a pizza delivery car that surely was bringing dinner. I put all of the horn on the porch for safe keeping and went inside of my home for dinner.

This didn't really happen; it's just a story.