“All day, all night, the body intervenes.” ~ Virginia Woolf The body tries. The body tries to keep its dishes washed and stacked, its empty cans of soda and grocery bags from multiplying along the hallway. The body tries. The body tries to organize its life in the same way others seem to do as if with little effort—throw away expired food, scour the pans that held breakfast from a week ago, sweep lint and pet hair off the floor. The body tries. The body tries to nourish itself with more than freebies or leftovers from work: cold pizza, chicken nuggets, the occasional doughnut. The body tries. Is trying. The body only wants what everyone else is having.
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