October 22, 2009 - 5:36
There is something about this punishing activity that rouses tired metaphor and hollow self examination in me...."oh, inside of this skein is one rotting tangle, will you patiently decrypt or rip it apart and feed it to the dog as a plaything..."
But equally as often, my mental reflex to an impossible knot was that one riff on that one tune, "Crazy on you."
A day spent much like a cat.