Monday, November 22, 2010
placebo
The minute her eyes open and her sleepy muscles tense in anticipation of the day, her mind is filled with one single, screeching thought. She tentatively reaches for a pair of sweatpants, pulls on a baggy shirt and attempts to do something with her wild hair as a way to distract herself from the weight pressing heavily upon her thoughts. It’s not until she places the two pills in her palm -- one an orange circle, the other a white oval -- that she feels the pressure finally lift.
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i liked this post...the way we construct rituals and routines as a means to enforce a structure to support us through the somewhat annihilating experience of everyday living is so nicely evoked. but what really solidifies the resonance for me is the marvellous egg imagery with the pills. creation means so many things, and we are constantly constructing realities in order to inhabit them, or understand the ones in which we are stuck.
anyway, it was nice to read this. i'm glad you followed.
Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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