Are you picking up what I'm putting down?
"What's in the box?!" Although, and I'm certain, reader, you'll agree, I'm far far far lovelier than the capable Brad Pitt.
Is he even capable? I'm sure we all know I'd be a much better actor. Just envisioning how I'd act out that selfsame scene brings tears to my eyes.
But I digress!
And anyway, I enjoy luxuriating. If I'd been born a human I'd have 785,432 votive candles for each and every sumptuous bath. Incense and rich, dark chocolate, yoga classes and deep tissue massages.
Alas. It's rather more than difficult to convince anyone around here that I deserve and need a certain level of, let's call it, pampering.
The Marriage Plot by Eugenides should never have ended. I'm serious. Please, Mr. Eugenides, serialize this novel. Graphic novelize it. Um, print it on the backs of cereal boxes, I don't know! But please, sir, don't let it end.
I've just, you know, finished it... And I'm having difficulty rousing myself from a deep depression at its end. Not the ending itself, mind you, which is actually quite nice, but at the fact that I've finished it, ended it, and also? I believe there is room, Mr. Eugenides, for Madeleine to please please please discuss Wuthering Heights in depth. Right?
I mean, in a novel that revolves around a budding Victorian scholar, surely a sentence or two for my beloved Heathcliff?
If I could just accept it's over, I might feel better. Just like how if you accepted it's over, whatever it is for you, you might feel better. Or, I don't know, maybe your box is something that's beginning and you won't allow yourself to see it. Be patient. You maybe think of this thing like looking straight into the sun. But, reader, look anyway - it cannot blind you.
Rub your eyes clear and gaze around you. The thing about boxes is that they are made of cardboard and easily transformed into something else. A diorama, for example, of Mitchell volunteering for the Home for Dying Destitutes, or of Leonard in the casino, or of my Heathcliff and Catherine embracing; a diorama of you and me, reader, jumping from our boxes and shredding them (a meta-diorama?); of me being massaged, sipping cool tuna water.
We're so easily convinced by people around us of what is right and wrong. I think we need to spend more time looking at what these people tell us and questioning it. We need to read more and think more. Be outside more.