My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Microscopic
It's interesting to hear what people say about amoebas when they are magnified 100 times through the oculars of a microscope. Some people call them little people and talk about their lives as frozen, dead cells encased in glass. Some people admire them for their stain color, purple or pink, and ooh and ah over their cytoplasm. Some people equate them to other things: clocks, cars, a weird character named "Cat-Dog" and more. They aren't. They are stuck, and we are the ones who should be living.
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