Handler

Sometimes at work, or out in life, I feel like a dog that's inside a carrier and doesn't know where it's headed. But after I drew this carrier, a mysterious entity materialized behind it. At first I didn't know what to make of it... menacing? From another dimension? A cochina that lost its way? Then I realized that this is the Handler. When our carriers are shuttling across the sea of coincidence, being held in quarantine at circumstance, slipping open in serendipity, the Handler is looking on and gently stopping anything from crushing us. It is back there, accompanied by a distant tinkling of bells, expanding and contracting, padding felt hands to nudge us this way and that. The Handler has no motivation and no agenda, but will make sure that we get where we're going and will always be successful no matter what. I'm thankful for that.