My tea mug is a birthday present - it has three dinosaurs on it, roaming around the jungle. When you pour the hot water in, the jungle evaporates and dinosaurs shrink to their bones, on display in a fancy museum. I love this mug, but the order of the transformation bothers me a bit. I want the mug to start in the cold, sad museum and then blossom into the ancient scene. That way the metaphor would be about imagination, or remembrance, or things not being as they seem. It would have a little magic to it. Instead, the mug follows the path of time and strips it all away. It makes me feel like the metaphor is more sinister, and I am always feel a little sad to pour my hot water in.
But mugs aren't metaphors and the dinosaurs have been dead for a long time, so I should probably just do my dishes.
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