I’m so harried these days, no time at all. You know, people say you have to take time out for things yourself, but what if that is simply not possible? What if you wake up at 7, arrive at college at 8, spend the next seven hours rushing from one class to the other, reach home at 3, and then dive straight into the huge pile of reading material for quizzes and assignments, resurface at about 10 in the night and by that time you’re so exhausted that you collapse on the bed without even bothering to change into your night suit? (oh and add in the time you’re spending getting together a magazine that just doesn’t want to come together).
And to top it all off I’m obsessed with this woman and her work.
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea’s pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
– Sylvia Plath