Silvercat - - 7/8/2007 1:34 PM ET
What an extraordinary piece of writing; if you wrote a book, I would buy it. I felt like I was there,too.
Smothered in Dirt I sink into the soft earth. The soil is moist. The dew is rapidly absorbed by the worn denim which I destroyed myself through hard labor, instead of paying $180 at the mall. Not that there’s a mall within 50 miles. I inhale deeply. I hate how breathing is so...temporary. I want to breathe in every scent of the forest around me and package it into an inhaler to use when I’m severely homesick on the other side of the Atlantic. The dew has penetrated through my boxers now. The sudden chill is numbing. I want to feel it all over. I take off my parka. I shiver as a gust bites into my bare arms. I throw the coat behind me, leaning back onto the soft moist soil. I want to mold myself into its surface. I want it to protect me. I pull the ticket out of my right pocket. I slap it face down onto the soil by my right thigh. It screams ‘KLM Royal Dutch Airlines” condescendingly on the front. I smother it with a mound of purifying earth. I roll over on my side, crouched in the fetal position. The week-old stubble on my right cheek tingles as it hits the earth. I press my figure into the cove I have created on the side of this hill, on this pure speck of earth. I inhale deeply and cover my eyes with the leaves. |
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