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The Chair
Written by Claire on Thursday, October 26, 2006
This came from Claire, in a sort of brain storming. She wasn’t sure if it was usable. Sean saw it and thought it was fantastic. He reformatted it a wee bit, and here it is.
Note that Claire was skeptical about posting this at all, but trusts Sean. It’s his site, after all. If he wants to post raving madness, that’s his affair.
I think it’s the chair
Is it the chair?
I can’t go back now. Maybe that’s what’s so scary.
Jumped off the cliff - free-falling - not knowing where I’ll land.
Maybe that’s where the anxiety is coming from. I just don’t know what the future holds.
I’m afraid of the chair.
I want the chair.
I can’t wait for the chair to get here. I’m embarrassed by the chair.
The chair.
The chair.
The dream, the nightmare.
It’s always been about the chair, hasn’t it? More about the chair than the legs. The legs were just the means to an end. In that way, I’m different from some of them. No that’s not true. An impairment has always been necessary.
But…
It’s.
Always.
Been.
The.
Chair.
Now I’m going to do it. I have to.
I can’t.
I can’t not.
Ah, the fucking chair. Why the chair??
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1 On 10 January, 2007, Rorschach said:
I like this. It captures a lot of the feelings of being a dev otee/wannabe. The dream, the nightmare. Nice. 4/5