five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
When I was a kid, I had a few
irrational fears. One was a fear of my house catching on fire. I kept a bag of all of my favourite things packed and ready to go in case I ever had to make a nocturnal escape -- that Woody Woodpecker flip mini-comic book was important, dammit. Fear of water -- well, okay, I never did quite lose that one. I can't even watch someone on TV under water who may be in peril of drowning (if they're in scuba gear, that's ok). And quicksand. Why quicksand, I don't know. I grew up in a place that didn't even have anything remotely resembling it. If I did research into my childhood I'd guess that one of those awful horror movies that my babysitter used to watch had some gruesome quicksand death in it.
As an adult I recognize that quicksand
is everywhere, and even more dangerous. Figuratively speaking, of course. It's sneaky and quiet and before you know it you can no longer move.
is
this just not enough…?
