After the rumble of a full belly, one often feels the need
to lie down. Flat on one’s back, one drifts off into an unconscious state,
without any reflection on the events that may occur. Then there is the sudden awakening,
the register that something is about to happen. One feels the need, but one decides
that one is going to pull through and no further action is taken; as prevention
is preferred to anticipation. Again and again that same decision is made, held
back by willpower and gutso. Until, an unexpected surge forces open the gates;
spilling its foul contents out of the abyss; that pit where one thought it
would be held; and floods into our world. Disgust and regret are our first
instincts; yet at the same time a sense of relief is detected; in that the
worst is over and there is only the aftermath to attend to.
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