Killer song. But I have to say this right up at the top: as a former English major and a current instructional designer, I can barely deal with the lack of appropriate punctuation in the song title. Apparently I'd better get used to it.
Gravity does seem to be pulling on me a bit harder than normal lately. In a way, I almost think that a gravity pull of *100% upon my corporeal being would be kind of a relief, at least in the short term. Terrifying, yes, but there would also a kind of serene surrender to it, don't you think? If you knew it wasn't permanent... if you knew that one day you could get up again, turn your head again, blink your eyes again. But in the meantime all you have to do -- all you CAN do -- is surrender to a force acting upon you that is stronger than any physical capability or will of the spirit. Just lay still, looking at the sky.
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See what I mean? Isn't that kind of nice? Sure, the city around you looms above, like strangers peering down over you. And sure, just like strangers, you don't know if they're concerned about you or judging you. It's not for you to know. It's none of your business.
With all your choices removed, you can take the time to focus on the feelings you've been ignoring. And, like having your choices taken away, it's scary at first. But after awhile, it's just as comforting as the pull of *100% gravity upon your body. Finally, you can live with the feelings. And you feel like gazing at the sky for the rest of your life might just be alright.
Until a few drops land cold and hard upon your face. Gravity, you bitch.
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{I made two versions of this sketch and couldn't decide which one I liked better. Hence the diptych.}
*A "gravity pull of 100%" is something I made up and has no basis in science whatsoever. It just means you can't move, like, at all.
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