Monday, March 28, 2011


Imagine yourself strapped helplessly to a gurney, drowsy and disoriented. You snap awake, suddenly aware of the dire situation you now find yourself in. The room is cold, damp and dark, with the foul smell of despair hanging in the air mixed with a touch of lilac.

Just as you start planning an escape, your captor enters, and the hope you had held crashes to the floor, lifeless. He attaches a variety of electrodes to your panic-stricken face, a sharp contrast to his crazed smile.

Now stop imagining...

If only. Nothing deadens the pain of the electricity coursing through you.

1 comment:

  1. haha. this is a metaphor describing what it was like to sit in a gender studies class i had to take.