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I cry, like a stereotypical submissive spouse, but I'm the one who told myself to do the dishes. My hands move around the inside of the pot while my soul cries itself out like the water swishing out of the pot and into the sink. And day by day, my soul is going down the drain. |
Copyright ©2010 Ashi Shadow - 4/12/10
The dishes are an epic metaphor.
It's actually on how I do general day to day things that people consider normal: like going to work, doing work, paying bills, etc.
To me, it's all futile and useless: I should be doing philosophy and using my mind.
My brilliance and idealism are being wasted on these mundane existance things (including experiments).