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, February 02, 2005
Frozen
The paralytic nature of the school experience froze her world!
I'm freezing inside, but that's alright-- My mind's a conflagration! 'Tis strange, the balance one maintains With delicate calibrations.
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