This.
Hopped on the Black Pearl and watched Sunday's True Blood today. Great episode but I was surprised...normally that's a break for me. Normally, it's a little bit of pleasure in a long, stressful and heavy day.
But today it didn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel like anything. It felt like I lost an hour that I will never get back. In fact, I sat down in front of the computer and started to open up another movie almost as though I hadn’t watched it. As though I needed another “break.”
Weird.
But yesterday, as intense as communing with Alice was....it felt like pleasure to me. It felt like a break. It took me into sleep feeling fulfilled and whole and nourished.
Wonder why.
Hmm...New equation:
TV = cotton candy
Alice Walker = life
Conduct selves accordingly.
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