Feb 19, 2002
The brutal exhaustion of holding one's shape
Maybe the trouble with this past weekend was having to keep the mask on for so much uninterrupted time. My changeling matter wants to revert, to relax. I cannot hold this form for days on end. It tempts me to forget the shape I am when I let myself fall back into it. I am not entirely amorphous. But I am not the girl you see.
posted by Mary Forrest at 1:32 PM | Back to Monoblog