Look at this drinking fountain.
This drinking fountain produces, and I mean this when I say it, the single most dramatic arch that my withered eyes have ever witnessed. My god, just look at that classically beautiful form.
Notice again how its seductive figure erupts from the nozzle, yet patiently awaits the perfect crescendo through its self-possessed maturity in style. With its 11-inch summit and visually striking nature, this fountain transcends utility and enters the realm of anomaly.
But perhaps and most importantly, this impressive drinking fountain persuades its observer that they need not settle for less.
Briefly consider all the impotent, pathetic drinking fountains in this world. No longer must their dribbling water prevail. If our savior fountain can teach us anything, it is that its insufficient counterparts are, from now on, unworthy of our time.
It is also worth noting that while the image of this outstanding drinking fountain can serve as a representation of the sublime, it is of course, not the sublime itself. For the sublime, it will be recalled, can only be profoundly understood through actual experience and engagement with it. Nevertheless, this recounting of perfection must continue to be admired as there is not, nor ought there be, a spectacle worthier of celebration.
However, all things considered; I must selfishly withhold the fountain’s specific whereabouts for the sake of its longevity.
This incredible drinking fountain and the brilliance it beholds will forever remain in perfect silence, like a good conversation that was never heard.
