I’m currently in an emotional battle royale with this bottle of lotion. It doesn’t care; it’s a bottle of lotion! But all sorts of anxieties are revealed every time I look at it.
Before you try to publish that story, read The Awakening by Kate Chopin (I used to give tours of her house in Louisiana), first published in 1899. The main character misplaced the thread of her life, and in turn, lost who she was, buried so much in the flotsam and jetsam of her existence. In the final scene, she takes off everything and walks into the ocean finally finding release as she sinks into the ocean.
Right on, Loey. But I disagree with Carlan. Everybody’s shit is shit. Even if it’s valuable.
I'm pretty much there, Ron!
Before you try to publish that story, read The Awakening by Kate Chopin (I used to give tours of her house in Louisiana), first published in 1899. The main character misplaced the thread of her life, and in turn, lost who she was, buried so much in the flotsam and jetsam of her existence. In the final scene, she takes off everything and walks into the ocean finally finding release as she sinks into the ocean.