I’ve long had this idea of pilfering through the possessions of a recently shrunken person and taking whatever I want from their home as they watch helplessly. I don’t take much, and it’s not about stealing valuables. It’s about showing them what I’ve done to them, and taking reminders of what they used to be, and installing them in their new home.
That new home is always a house inside my house, a tiny dollhouse.
The same feeling carries through the notion of shrinking a man down to a very small size and taking ownership of said man. Sometimes I picture leaving behind everything they drop on the floor, but other times it’s just too much fun to imagine what I’d say to him as I pick through his wallet and keep what I want.
And here’s the original at Pixton.com.