In a strange space today. Old memories swarm creating fractured imageries. All too real to believe. Why can't I have a day or even a moment when there is no choice to make? The daily ritual of being torn apart by decisions. I dislike options and yet tied to them. Can I not opt out of options? Shadows scare me no more, plethora of recourses do. Freedom from all this is all I seek.
And then she asks me, "So what is it that you are wishing for right now?" It reeks of possibilities to choose.
"A nice orange lipstick is all I can think of". But then who decides the perfect shade????
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