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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Jumping in slow motion across several connected rooms and stairways is a protest against the proposed Quebec Values Charter. The logic goes something like this: I don't wear religious symbols, but flying is something you're not supposed to be able to do, so people will think it's supernatural and therefore religious.
After my finale, where I land headfirst on a garbage can lid, the woman writing at the table beside me will dismiss this whole performance: "It just means you're a lesbian."
I think, I don't use that word much, but I like the consonant blend. I think she was thinking of my attempts to use an eraser function on pictures of models, that if I erased the bikini top I'd see their breasts. To my credit, it was more existential. I wanted to see the blank space inside them. That's a bit prejudicial, though, and the eraser reveals they are not empty inside, but made of Greek classical marble.
Now, of course, we're making fruit smoothies. We means my mother and I. She points to a bowl of soy milk mixed with berry drink and said, "Don't take that, it's impossibly solidified." But I like impossibility, and I scoop up a bunch of the pink stuff in my hand, eating it like candy. Non-liquid, but gooey.
A smoothie is now something made of whole fruits surrounded by liquid. I pick the fruits out and eat them. Mom takes out the oranges, because those are rotten. I don't stop her. I notice that some raspberries have solidified, unripe, like stone. I eat around them.
(My unconscious mind was thinking what my waking one was just before I went to bed, which is that Jeanette Winterson might better integrate her philosophical tangents with the story parts of her books, and if she mixed everything more smoothly it would be better surrealism. Then again, who says I'm right? And who says you have to be surreal? Winterson's books include Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit and Sexing the Cherry, the former of which I've read but don't own, the latter of which is sitting on my bookshelf in view of my bed, but which I haven't started yet. I also borrowed her sci-fi book The Stone Gods from the library a while ago, found it fascinating and witty, but haven't finished it yet.)
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