label-maker
A woman sits on the floor holding a label-maker machine.
She types words and prints labels. She sticks them various places on her body.
Some stick.
Some fall off.
Some she covers over with new ones.
Some she wants to remove but they seem stuck on better than others and resist.
Finally, in a fit of rage she yanks all of them off, tears them up, and throws them on the floor.
A beat as the ramifications of her actions set in.
Then, she scrambles to fit them back together again.
She tries to make a new label, but the roll is empty.
She types words and prints labels. She sticks them various places on her body.
Some stick.
Some fall off.
Some she covers over with new ones.
Some she wants to remove but they seem stuck on better than others and resist.
Finally, in a fit of rage she yanks all of them off, tears them up, and throws them on the floor.
A beat as the ramifications of her actions set in.
Then, she scrambles to fit them back together again.
She tries to make a new label, but the roll is empty.