I lost the gift of written language, so I grabbed a ring-tailed lemur and put it in front of a television for inspiration. It couldn’t focus, even when the channel was changed to other lemurs. It looked quizzically up at me as if to say, “what, you expect me to be interested in this crap? Come on, I move around in trees for a living. My attention would normally be fixed on what to eat next, but you’ve been feeding me pretty regularly so I just plain don’t care about anything anymore.”
WHARVED 