Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Sometimes people are just plain boring--worse than pedestrian, worse than oatmeal (although I do like oatmeal a lot)--they are as bad as . . . PABLUM! Bleck!