Is it bad that I just look at this and think of the time I didn’t let Switch cum a bunch and then finally he took control and it was just sort of like everywhere?
Like this.
Sorry for not being able to handle science. Story to come.
metaphor
“Sometimes I have the feeling that we’re in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word and immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. He’s sure to open the door again, for it’s a room which perhaps one cannot leave. If only the first one were not precisely like the second, if he were calm, if he would only pretend not to look at the other, if he would slowly set the room in order as though it was a room like any other; but instead he does exactly the same as the other at his door, sometimes even both are behind the doors and the beautiful room is empty.” – Franz Kafka, in a letter to Milena Jesenska.
and what happened when you showed that stranger yourself?
Like a frozen computer, all my buttons are getting pushed right now.
And some of us like to keep multiple cereals in the weekly breakfast rotation.
Juss sayin’.
This reminds me a ton of Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market. Not for the faint of heart. Nah, it’s not that horrible. But, hey, some pretty interesting fruit-related sex metaphors.
I want to meet a man who makes me feel this way.