Diverted - part I

Saturday I watched a person who was a stranger to me rub an unbroken egg over the tops of my feet.

Let me back up.

I grew up in a terrible situation. When you have magical traumatic buttons like these installed deep in your personality no amount of therapy or meds or Jesus or clean living uninstalls them completely. The residue manifests itself in interesting ways - in my case I designed an entire creepy fairy land where my spectacular terrors manifest into large benign structures. My therapist told me once I should try and match each project up to each traumatic experience. I haven't done it yet, I would rather it be an epiphany to me while I am knee deep in concrete or bolting together the top of my geodesic dome.

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