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It is quite often that I find myself feeling like an after party floor, sticky and untreadable. At the end of every birthday party, like return gifts are a tradition, the floor, unfailingly will be sticky, like something that's gone bad of being over-used.
So the post-party sticky floor syndrome is to feel untreadable, umm unwanted probably but in a sticky sort of way. Like something that you don’t want but which will get stickier proportionately to the amount of not-wanting.
II
It’s probably weird to live as a piece of something else. Imagine being a broken piece of mirror. Its identity will always be associated with the whole although it is decisively broken and lives independently. Therefore it lives shadowed in the perception of the whole and identity remains associative, unestablished.
Pieces always feel the pain of the whole. Jagged edges are always virtues of broken parts, the greater puzzle of which the part is, will always ignore the blemish.
III
Living happens inside and outside your head. Life is lived in aspiration. To wait for things to become better. To want to be elsewhere, all the time. In another space, inside one's head. Sometimes in the need to be in another person's story space. To be relevant in alternate spaces. Today will always be lived as tomorrow’s past I read somewhere.
PS: Try looking at yourself in the reflection of a mirror, looking elsewhere and not into your own eyes, it’s like observing another person. I wonder how movie stars watch themselves as somebody else.
Conversely, if some looks into your eyes, you stop observing them. The equation definitively changes, to what, I can’t seem to articulate. Food for thought? Comments will be appreciated :)
