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lachoy (1663)

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I am actually Chris Winters; I am actually living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA; I am actually married and have three cats. (Guess what one of them is named?) I am the "OpenInteract" guy, which could be good or bad.

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Sunday June 02, 2002
11:26 AM

Twang!

[ #5369 ]

In a creative writing class I took in college, the professor represented stories and poems that "ring true" as plucking a string running through your soul (essence, being, whatever). Over time I've subclassed this notion to be multiple strings, each attached to a strong feeling or experience.

The worst of these is sorrow attached to a death, and when something jumps up out of nowhere and plucks that string I feel powerless, like a walking bundle of emotions where seconds earlier I was "in control" and "myself". What a fragile creature. (In this case, the plucker was that Aimee Mann "Wise Up" sequence during Magnolia while flipping around at 3 am due to insomnia.)

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