It Will Be OK

With the caressing and gentle persuasion that everything will be all right I am comforting a plush dog with big sad eyes. This ridiculous action has two points of departure: one is that I believe that the dog is alive and under stress and I can comfort him; the other is that I am fully aware of the dog being a toy and I am actually comforting myself while caressing him. In both ways one can begin to question my sanity. The whiteness of my clothes, the sofa and the dog reflects the whiteness of a mental institution while the hushed sound of the clock in the background emphasizes the solitude and the slow passing of time.