COFFINS 

Reality unfolds slowly for coffins. While being built in the carpenter’s workshop, they assume they’ll end up as dinner tables or cabinets. Once their lids are installed, they think, well, perhaps I’ll be a trunk.

When a body is laid inside them, all doubts go away: of course, I’m a bed!

But that’s where the confusion really starts; the coffin is taken to a place with flowers and candles, and people crying and praying as if they’ve lost someone.

Finally, the coffin is buried, maybe so its dweller can relax in the dark until the next morning, but the next morning never comes. At this point, coffins no longer know what they came to this world for, and why they’re covered in dirt after all the effort put into their construction.

For a few lucky ones, roots will show up and connect them with the trees where they came from.