I have this vision of attaining a happier state of mind through the reconstruction of very specific flaws on her physical self. By day and by night, i would stay vigilant in my ill-lighted cubicle scrutinizing her pictures. It worries me a little now and then that the pictures might come to life on their own. What if the smaller of the asymmetrical eyes wink at me? What if she decides to turn her enormous nose up in disdain of my obsessive behavior? What if i saw her bulky legs move a little, who do i turn to?
I think it terrifies me. Not by the weirdness of the situation, but the ugliness she displayed.
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