Still, I like some of these angles.
I purposefully didn't do everything I wanted to do because by leaving stuff undone, I knew we'd be back.
Well, ZZUB... I'm thrilled that you liked some of those angles.
However.
And, here's a little window into MY MIND... I DID NOT LIKE THE ANGLES!!!
At all.
Firstly, the inital picture there made me sit very still, take a deep breath and roll my deskchair backwards. And over my toe. And I thought I felt: Woozi.
(I felt I was too close to the monitor. Also to the building in the photo.)
The second picture made me inadvertantly reach to my right... quickly... and grab hold of the shelf beside me. I began to feel: Giddi.
(I felt that I was about to fall off of my chair. Also off the balcony in the photo.)
Then the third picture made me close my eyes and then open them and then close them again. I tried to focus on the horizon outside my window while I tried to figure out if I was looking up at the sky or down into water. I experienced increased salivation. I was feeling: Anxieti.
( I felt that because I couldn't figure out just exactly WHAT I was looking at...maybe I was actually on an angle myself. Instead of the picture. Was the picture on an angle?! Or was I?!)
Moving on to the fourth picture I got completely off my chair and lay down on the floor spread eagle. I called weakly for flat Coke and some Saltines. The cat came over. Sniffed my hand and walked away. I crawled to the cupboard and tried to carb up in a effort to settle my stomach. I ate three dry pasta bowties straight from the bag. I was feeling: Cranki.
(I felt that, in that picture, I was looking up. Or down.)
Fifth picture. *Whew*. I rolled my chair in as tight as I could against the desk. And wrapped my arms around the montitor. I whispered, "Don't let go.". Softly. Since it was a whisper. After all. And I thought about letting go only to go in search of some ginger to calm my stomach. And then I thought about "ginger" again. Harder. And felt sicker. Also I was feeling: Angri.
(I felt that I was looking down at a monorail or straight ahead at some sort of helmet. Not unlike I wished I was wearing for protection. At that moment.)
Finally...with the last picture...I slipped forwards and bumped my nose on the screen as I braced myself with both hands against the wall behind the monitor. I threw up a little in my mouth. And started to sweat. And pant. Like I had just run a marathon. Or else down the street about 50 metres. Perhaps... I was having a stroke. Or not. I felt: Silli.
( I was sure I was gonna fall down and hurt those cute little bushes in the planters.)
Ok.
What I'm trying to say with all of that is this: I really liked the remainder of the pictures. They were pretty nice. Thanks.
Cheers, Mel.
