FeS2

23Aug07

For 12 months, I had my head in a ice-water bucket. Despite my lungs screaming for air, despite reason and good advice, I kept my head under. Mammalian diving reflex active, I was transfixed by a shine that was always just beyond the reach of my fingertips, at the very bottom of the bucket. As carbon dioxide levels rose and break-point approached, survival instinct threw me a life-line, and reason finally pulled my head out of the bucket.

I’m still coughing up water, but my complexion is rosy.

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  1. 1 miles away on August 23, 2007 said:

    ice-cool slippery cubes just hiding what is being looked for…i like the imagery. this bucket perhaps has more lichen…

    oh, and the theme is rather lovely, too :)

  2. 2 mad on August 23, 2007 said:

    You do beautiful work. Thanks for the link, I’m linking you back.

  3. 3 lillipilli on August 23, 2007 said:

    Thanks!

  4. 4 clarissa on August 23, 2007 said:

    A rosy complexion. Worth it!

  5. 5 An Unreliable Witness on August 24, 2007 said:

    I have been known to wear my heart on my sleeve.
    In future, I shall make sure I throw it up into the bottom of a bucket.
    (Sorry, I realise that is Far Too Much Information.)

  6. 6 lillipilli on August 25, 2007 said:

    Cosmetics and day-spa treatments probably would have been less painful (and cheaper) Clarissa.

    AUW, too much information? Never. Spill it I say!

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