I have a dress in my closet that was a ginormous bargain. It bought it in a trendy district and was elated upon finding it. For it was perfect. It embodied a point in time. It embodied a commitment to an idea. It fit me smoothly despite it being an off color for me. I wore it with glee at how perfect it was. Photographs were taken of me in it that really conveyed a pointed point. Then the dress was no longer my friend. It became a symbol of sadness and what is wrong in the world. Not that what was wrong with the dress would be evident to anyone but me. Well. And a few others with a keen sense of knowing. Now I see the dress hanging in the closet and I just want to take it down. I want to take it out back and pile a bunch of leaves around it. Then I want to burn it. But I probably won’t. Remembrance of that which is wrong can be right. But it’s not to say just one day I’m gonna burn that dress down.
Psychologist MImi Philosophy
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