Release me, insect, or I shall destroy the cosmos!
"For the third or fourth time that day a strange, floaty indifference to everything came over me. Since this sensation was utterly unfamiliar and not at all unpleasant I decided that, if experienced again, I would refer to it as contentment."
--Geoff Dyer, Out of Sheer Rage: Wrestling With D. H. Lawrence
In the shower this evening I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be hot or cold, because, while the chill wet sent goose flesh across my shoulders, even tepid water seemed scalding to my sunburned feet. Throughout my life, I've been warned of the risk of sunburned feet; now I pay for my skepticism! I was careful to cover all the rest of me, but the splotchy tops of my poor feet glow incongruously red.
The sun is steadily darkening my arms, although my stomach remains white. This juxtaposition always reminds me of opposing chess pieces.
--Geoff Dyer, Out of Sheer Rage: Wrestling With D. H. Lawrence
In the shower this evening I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be hot or cold, because, while the chill wet sent goose flesh across my shoulders, even tepid water seemed scalding to my sunburned feet. Throughout my life, I've been warned of the risk of sunburned feet; now I pay for my skepticism! I was careful to cover all the rest of me, but the splotchy tops of my poor feet glow incongruously red.
The sun is steadily darkening my arms, although my stomach remains white. This juxtaposition always reminds me of opposing chess pieces.