September 3, 2015
I
went to a sculpture park the other day. It was the least pressing of my
sightseeing choices, because it’s all steel sculptures that you need an
explanation for: One piece of twisted metal “…demonstrates the delicate balance
between order and chaos…”; a giant eyeball “…speaks to a commonality and
addresses how we engage and perceive each other while asserting a prophetic,
even omniscient presence…” Blah, blah, blah. So I hadn’t rushed to see it.
But
then I got to thinking about all the hifalutin’ language used to describe those
pieces of metal, and decided to give it a try. So I thought that perhaps
someone could construct “A representation of how a seemingly trivial
circumstance can grow to gigantic proportions in one’s mind, blotting out other
considerations, to the exclusion of almost all else in life.”
I could call it “Hangnail”. Or “Paper Cut.”
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