“Stories continue to be built by exploring those images and obsession …”
-Quote taken from textbook reading in CW 104.
So here’s just a random blog.
The image I see right now is of the cherry frosted pop tart I ate this morning. Its sugary filled frosting and filling. Sugar. Processed. Sugar molecules. Accumulating inside my body. My body hates me for eating it. But my tongue loves it. Yes. The indulgence of this sin is my obsession. But the more I begin to explore the image of this tasty obsession, I being to realize how ugly it really looks. I can’t bare the site of it’s true self.
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