Stale
by Julian
I was in class one day, as I usually am. And I was not paying attention,
as I usually am not. And I had been listening lately to a song by Muse
called Space Dementia. But more significantly, the line that says "you
make me sick, because I adore you so, I love all the dirty tricks and twisted
games you play on me." And so I said, maybe I should write something
like that., something about being in a game you don't want to be in, and
not being able to win, or quit. So I wrote down the first word, stale.
And then I put a period after it. And I said, you know, maybe
rather than just keep going, I should figure out a way to wrap the poem around
in a sort of loop. Kind of like it's doubling back on itself endlessly,
a vicious cycle. So I said, well I need to end it on the word stale
then. But when I got there, I felt like possibly that was a bit awkward.
So then I said, maybe I could hide the two stales, and use it as a
title, and just sort of imply that they're there. So I stuck parantheses
around them, and without deleting them completely, changed them to the background
color (so they're there if you highlight the parantheses). I'm not
sure it was a good idea, or if I even like how the rest of it came out, but
it is what it is. Maybe one day I'll fix it up, but probably not.