I feel swollen,
with all that i have consumed intentionally and accidentally, with intention, and without thought. And exposure en mass can leave the body feeling stunted, the mind feeling dead. Exposure.
Protected living may keep the body in perfect shape, may keep the flesh young, may keep the mind pure... But this is luxury,
(as much as is exotic experience.)
(Exposure?).
And I'm sitting above the people now, looking at them through a literal window as if they are on tv, as if they are entertaining me,
and I can't seem to decide if life is entertainment or if I am entertaining with all of my existance;
clothes, conversation, and writing.
And now, it is as though I am a receptical: holding you in a private time capsule,
you are preserved for the rest of my life here,
and you may rot, become putrid as the vinegar (fluid of the experience of my life) seeps deeper into your flesh.... when I take you out later to taste the memory, you may be rank and rancid and taste nothing like you did before in my mouth, the first time I tasted you, before you were put away.