Postcards in liquid
By B W Cary
14 Jun 2009
He looked down into the empty water of the toilet bowl and spit. The black coffee saliva branched into water, reaching out with dark arms. His eyes focused back and forth between the stream of his yellowish urine and something far, far beyond. He was oddly comforted by the sound of his liquid joining the liquid in the bowl, he felt joined somehow to the town's system of pipes, it was a feeling of belonging he found sometimes when drinking from the tap or taking a shower- his internal organic pipes forming a network with the underground water and waste pipes and eventually with the oceans and the atmosphere. It was close to feeling part of the food chain. Far enough back that he could almost feel leaving him the water that had made up the plants the animals ate that he had eaten and made part of himself, used up and was now releasing back.
3 responses
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Tropico Fox said (16 Jun 2009):
nice essay... mood of writing and mood of photos work well together.
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Penny Nannini gave props (17 Jun 2009):
dark and wonderful!
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Virgil Mlesnita said (20 Jun 2009):
Excellent way to illustrate a mood!
