death by paper cut











{May 20, 2004}   shrunk

i felt like a racehorse in a world without race-tracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by wall street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.

 

the bell jar
– sylvia plath

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