Someday I hope to develop a camera with soul-stealing capabilities. It’ll take pictures just fine too, but every time it takes a picture it will steal the soul of whomever’s picture is being taken. Point. Click. Rip soul from unsuspecting victim’s body. And of course it would record the moment on film so as to create a charming keepsake commemorating the occasion.
Then I will move to Australia.
Then I’ll spend all my time hanging around cities near tribes of Aborigines. Every once in a while some young Aborigine tribesperson will decide that the old life isn’t good enough for them and that they want to leave to pursue their dreams in the glitz and glamour of various Australian cities. That’s when I’ll appear.
“Hello there. Welcome to civilization. Allow me to take your picture to commemorate this wonderful day for you!”
“OK.”
Point. Click. Rip soul from unsuspecting victim’s body.
I figure that maybe after I do this for a little while, maybe people in this crazy world will start to learn the value of tradition.