fabricated abstraction
Conceptualizing the ultimate life plan consumes my braincore as of late.
My options:
1. Live in a hidden mud castle/maze aviary where I can make life-size dolls out of burlap sacks and wear feathers in my hair. To avoid becoming a hermit I would have frequent Native American-themed masquerade parties.
2. Become a surgeon so that I can work 3 days a week and have lots of time to paint giant abstracts and buy glamorous frilly-sleeved shirts. My attraction is Hannibalesque: I have a desire to sew skin scraps together and see red, wet, pulsating organs.
3. Live in a multi-cat hovel and write vignettes for the New Yorker slash work on my Masterpiece.
The Ultimate Life Plan would incorporate all of these visions: a surgeon-writer artiste. Yes, Harvard, that is what I'd truly like to be.
My options:
1. Live in a hidden mud castle/maze aviary where I can make life-size dolls out of burlap sacks and wear feathers in my hair. To avoid becoming a hermit I would have frequent Native American-themed masquerade parties.
2. Become a surgeon so that I can work 3 days a week and have lots of time to paint giant abstracts and buy glamorous frilly-sleeved shirts. My attraction is Hannibalesque: I have a desire to sew skin scraps together and see red, wet, pulsating organs.
3. Live in a multi-cat hovel and write vignettes for the New Yorker slash work on my Masterpiece.
The Ultimate Life Plan would incorporate all of these visions: a surgeon-writer artiste. Yes, Harvard, that is what I'd truly like to be.