It's a cool wash of unfettered goodness that flows over your irritable, pessimistic bones when you see some Pomeranian happily trying to keep up with it's human on a treadmill. You may even share a few particularly ridiculous words in a goofy voice. Not with a person, dummy! With your computer!
"Doggies can't ride motorcycles!" you might say or "Kitties don't eat noodles!"
Then, one day it happens.
You're so hooked on sleepy baby sloths you don't even recognize yourself anymore. You're giddy! You're drunk! You're high as a kite watching the little lost seal that found it's way into someone's house. That seal is just kickin' back on the couch all comfy like it might ask for the remote control.
"Seals don't watch TV!"
It's so cute. Actually, it's too cute. You lose your goddamn mind and you start sharing that shit like a motherfucker. You're forwarding and posting and tweeting and pinning. It gets ugly, fast.
And the only thing that guarantees that you're not actually turning into your grandma is that you know all these record covers and your grandma probably doesn't.
All images by Alfra Martini