The Stone Speaks

"I can’t believe I’m doing this."

"What? Sculpting?"

"No. Talking to my work."

"What’s wrong with talking to me?"

"You’re a sculpture!"

"So were the first man and woman before the gods gave them life."

"But the people...they’ll say I’m just a crazy young artist who’ll never amount to anything!"

"Wake up, Paul. They already say that. Are you so completely oblivious to the outside world that you don’t know that?"

"Well...they whisper together when I go out, but that’s just what people do."

"Let them whisper, then. It’s never bothered you before."

"I’ve never thought about it before. What do they have against me? I’ve never done anything to them. Why do they dislike me so much?"

"You have a talent that they don’t. Besides, you’re unique and that’s hard for people to accept...don’t give me that look. You know it’s true."

"I suppose..."

"Good. Now, take care of this bust -- I can’t see my feet. Once you’re done, we’re going for a walk."

"...we!?"

"Don’t be a fool. That’s much better, by the way."

"b...but you’re...warm."

"Of course I’m warm, now stop gawking and help me down."