The summer before I came out to Nanaimo there seemed to be more hornets around than usual. I could rarely open my balcony door, cause the bastards kept flying in. And I'm sceert of them!
But I was afraid of a lot of things that summer, so I couldn't help feeling like I was stuck in some damned novelist's symbolism. Pathetic fallacy. My fears embodied. I'd resentfully feel like I was attracting them.
Which is why I love this scene from The Trip--a faux documentary of two Brit actors on a restaurant tour. (It was a show in England, spliced into a movie for the US.)
Now whenever Stepmommy and I are trying to get something done and it's going wrong I shout: "You're stuck in a metaphor!"
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2 comments:
It's good to have something meaningful to shout at those times. Satisfying somehow.
Plus, it's something fun to shout out!
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