What makes office life worth living? The bloody intertubes, that’s what. Saving grace of all corporate slaves.
I’m stuck in a cubicle, lucky my mind can wander.
I’m imagining Durer had dull moments too, but escaped to the interior ( imagination) for solace. The carapace of this rhino-saurous, reminicent of an armadillo (albeit equipped with moon camouflage) looks inpenetrable, but invites touch. The whiskery soft muzzle and lips remind me of a horse, and I cannot help but think those toe webs could be waxy, soft and ticklish. Would it make a good pet? Would you varnish/shellac the horns?
