The mold
‘That girl over there… you see her?’
‘Yeah, what about her?’
‘They broke the mold after making her.’
‘Yeah, I see what you mean. But you know what I think, I think a mold is broken every time a woman is made?’
‘Yeah, true.’
‘How about us, you think we each had our own mold?’
‘Nah, I think they kept using the same old one over and over again’
Life Demiraged 