It's not as much a startling realisation as a sudden understanding, one that I've always felt but never quite pondered upon, that of an odd feeling burgeoning within my insides, like a gross sensation most illogical when I see too many holes stacked together. (Makes me a weak contender for a fabulous orgy)
I've always found it hard to stare at honeycombs, piles of pipes, poked holes in sheets and now a beautiful image of cups.
None of the above mentioned are ever a problem on their own, but when they come together in abundance to form a series of holes I feel a bit queasy.
Is that odd?
Maybe not, probably just one those thing, or maybe some long lost repressed sexual feelings if Freud were to analyse me, but maybe it's just a silly phobia, one that I've always harboured but only now realised.
Hah..fun things. This year looks like it's going to be full of discoveries.
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