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Reinvention Girl shot out of bed that morning, with a feeling of ownership. ‘I have it by its throat,’ she thought. She got dressed - not in the clothes lying in a heap on the floor - but in something fresh from the closet. She made her way to the romantic little mirror set-up in her room and looked at herself. She looked long and hard. She looked short and soft. ‘Needs a little blush, it does,’ she said in her head. She leaned in close to the image and looked at the stains on the skin and then at the cold eyes. Pulling the lower eyelids away from the eyeballs she blew air out of her mouth upwards to dry them. The eyeballs dried out and the glands around them began to water. Reinvention Girl struck her best pose.
Boy…come now, with a sigh, Boy - there were many songs that crushed you that day. If you only knew how she swept the remains while humming softly. Dear me, and wearing ballet slippers too. And all geared up she did a little dance with the bed, but her stomach was too full from her empty head. And with a soft ‘Whooh,’ she slumped down and began to choke. Reinvention Girl had found her Inner Weakness. The voiceover, however, was uninterrupted. It explained that this is all that there is, and that this is all that wants to be found. “Observe as it struggles against itself by giving into itself. Even more fascinating is the lack of sincerity that adds layers and layers of meaning nonetheless. Above all, the commitment to full explorations of fleeting moments is most admirable. Something so rational must be irrational.” ‘It is consistently unlived,’ Reinvention Girl replied and felt slightly proud. After the frightful episode she tidied up her face, now disarranged from all the thrashing around, and gave thought to what she would like to do next.