Some things aren't true until you say them...
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10.17.2007 - 2:22 p.m. I keep meaning to take a camera into the bathroom at work. Not for any of the reasons you might think when somebody says that (sorry, google searchers) but because of the scribbled conversation on the back of one stall door, the first stall as you enter. At the center of this conversation is a question, in purple, apparently permanent ink: �Why bother at all?� From it, radiating like branches, others have answered: �Why not?� Appended to those, in progressively smaller handwriting, are the contradictions, the additions, the disagreements: �But I�m tired.� Every so often, the custodians try to wash off the conversation. The ink will go, and some of the marker, but always that original question remains, with the smudged or barely-legible remainders of previous attempts to grapple with it. I�ve never added my own thoughts, though I've been tempted on several occasions... but if it ever disappears completely, I already know I'll replace that question. And I did not make this up, this perfect, living metaphor for how to come at life. Sometimes the world just hands you a pen and asks that you use it. -stonebridge |