This pancake commemorates a birthday party Martiros went to that involved lots of bouncing up and down. While it may seem haunting to have no pupils in the eyes of the children bouncing, this is kind of how his eyes looked after four hours of jumping up and down.
It makes me think about how little tolerance we have for good things. Somebody designed us so that we can’t overindulge our cravings. A crucial part of growing up is understanding our own tolerance for these things. What harm is one more slice of pie? One more minute in the shower? One more hour of television? One more pint of beer? Until we learn this we are doomed to wildly lurch from pleasure to pain. Maybe some people never do or maybe they forget.