“Hey, can you see me? I‘m up here. We’re all up here, no idea why but we’re here.
Such a weird place. I just don’t understand. How will they pour tea in to me up here?
We got let out this morning. Packed and stacked into each other in the dark for ages and ages, permanently sick as we as swayed up and down – it must have been months, I don’t know, we thought it would never end.
There seem to be thousands of us, all decorated the same, all painted in blue and white, each of us with a man painted on the outside. Why have a man dressed in odd clothes and a peculiar hat painted on a tea cup.
Ooh, look at the grand pots, they’ve been put on the floor in the big black hole, all together, they won’t like that, below all of us!!
It is cold up here. How can the warming tea be poured into us? Nobody will see us. Hello, hello, can you see me – I think you’ve made a mistake, we’re tea cups, we’re supposed to carry tea – can you see me? Where’s the tea?”