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haunted by biology
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i was on the train today happily listening to my brooding music when some fat guy started pressing himself against me when it started getting crowded. plastered against the plastic divider near the door, the concept of phagocytosis rushed back to me. normally, i would be pleasantly surprised when vestiges of the past pop up in everyday associations. but in this case, with an entire forearm engulfed within folds of lipid, this information was really not something i wanted in my head. it did not help that "i'm you" by leona lewis (it took on an entire new meaning) happened to be playing while i was going through this ordeal (or as edison chen would say, a strange, strange ordeal).
after one of the longest two minutes of my life (where i swear i felt like a poor pathogen slowly being raped and killed by lysosomes), i freed myself from his all-consuming pseudopodia at the next stop and re-entered through another door.
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2008-04-24 - 9:06 p.m.
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