This is: Alfred Estherson's popcorn.
Popcorn isn't very interesting at all. Sure, there's all that liveliness when it explodes gloriously out of that oddly hard kernel which apparently comes from corn, but doesn't seem like the stuff one eats off a cob. After that it mostly just gets buttered and eaten, and perhaps stuck in-between someone's teeth for all eternity. Perhaps the only interesting thing about this popcorn is that it came in a real live box, and not some cheap paper bag that has some horrible marketing on it. (like "Hooray movies!" or, "There's always room for popcorn!") The box had a pretty dull life too, until it had a conversation with the soda cup holder it was next to, which had a surprisingly upbeat attitude towards life. Two hours later, the box was ripped apart by the shards of an iced tea glass in a trash compactor.
Connections:
Snack of: Alfred Estherson.
Acquaintance of: a cup holder.
Project of: a cinema.