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I don't understand. I don't understand.
Sweet Lord, Mercy. King of Arbitrary Action. Did I stop in the middle of the road, merging left? Freezing and panicked and lost? That looked like me, driving my car. But it didn't seem like me. I know I've been there before, and I will return to retrieve the dog, but I felt lost. I didn't know which way to turn because each direction resulted in the same destination.
Why did I bring my Swiss Army Knife with me today? Why did I snap a found pen in half, knowing that I forgot my pen and needed a pen?
My dog sat in my lap, waiting in the car. Staring out the window. Growling at strangers. Even though I knew how she felt, and even agreed with her sentiment if not her actions, I still scolded her. "Quiet! Ssshhh." And "quiet" wasn't quite yelled but it wasn't quite quiet. I felt like saying "I do not speak" and promptly melting.
I was looking at my flabby pink flesh in the shower today, and realized form met function on my body: naive and useless, like a piglet.
Let's say...I flee to the exact opposite point of the Earth from here, which is in the Indian Ocean, so I'll probably need a raft. And I arrive. And I lay anchor and I sit and sit and sit and throw urine overboard and catch fish to fry in a heavy iron skillet and read books and sit and wait. And then I get bored, or I get tired, or a cut grows infected and I have to head to the Maldives for antibiotics. And I hoist up the anchor and I go in any direction, but I go and I realize that I'm coming back. Coming back here. I wonder if I would stop.
Across the world, on the other side of the planet from here, the sea is eerily calm and there is no wind. There is fog surronding and manatees below. Radio signals bounce off the clouds and there are no satellites above.
Sweet Lord, Mercy. King of Arbitrary Action. Did I stop in the middle of the road, merging left? Freezing and panicked and lost? That looked like me, driving my car. But it didn't seem like me. I know I've been there before, and I will return to retrieve the dog, but I felt lost. I didn't know which way to turn because each direction resulted in the same destination.
Why did I bring my Swiss Army Knife with me today? Why did I snap a found pen in half, knowing that I forgot my pen and needed a pen?
My dog sat in my lap, waiting in the car. Staring out the window. Growling at strangers. Even though I knew how she felt, and even agreed with her sentiment if not her actions, I still scolded her. "Quiet! Ssshhh." And "quiet" wasn't quite yelled but it wasn't quite quiet. I felt like saying "I do not speak" and promptly melting.
I was looking at my flabby pink flesh in the shower today, and realized form met function on my body: naive and useless, like a piglet.
Let's say...I flee to the exact opposite point of the Earth from here, which is in the Indian Ocean, so I'll probably need a raft. And I arrive. And I lay anchor and I sit and sit and sit and throw urine overboard and catch fish to fry in a heavy iron skillet and read books and sit and wait. And then I get bored, or I get tired, or a cut grows infected and I have to head to the Maldives for antibiotics. And I hoist up the anchor and I go in any direction, but I go and I realize that I'm coming back. Coming back here. I wonder if I would stop.
Across the world, on the other side of the planet from here, the sea is eerily calm and there is no wind. There is fog surronding and manatees below. Radio signals bounce off the clouds and there are no satellites above.