metaphors raze i always end up back at this house. i never lived here, but it's the castle gone to seed that haunts half my dreams, give or take a few. i carry a snapped rubber_band with me everywhere i go. curl it around my index finger. let it sting my skin when it unwinds and fancies itself a small-scale whip. she smiles. asks if any of that's got something to do with her. i tell her i don't know what the action signifies. the meaning won't come clear until i'm alone at the dining room table and there's nothing to gnaw on but my own ossified mind. 240320 ... epitome of incomprehensibility In "pianos," raze quoted a good one from Tori_Amos. It reminded me how I laughed out loud last week at a proofreading project. Not because the text had a funny mistake, but because of the metaphor. My cousin Julia is writing a handbook for teachers, and she had something to this effect: "Think of the curriculum document like a sports bra, not a corset. Or like boxers, not a jockstrap." Underwear: the perfect metaphor for something being or not being flexible. 240522 what's it to you? who go blather from