They say a picture is worth thousand words. So if this saves me a ton of work then I’m all for that. (They also say "Every picture tells a story don’t it?" if by "they" one meant Rod Stewart and the Faces and if by "say" one meant sing. And though this may add nothing but filler to the narrative: when they sang "Every picture tells a story, don’t it." I sang "I’ve a picture of a jelly donut.".)
So what does this add to the discourse of the subject at hand?
Exactly the weight of one rhetorical question.
Not only does the picture tell a story but the story that the picture tells tells a story...don’t it?
While to most of you (and in my mind that you is legion) this may appear to be a random collection of shit swept off the table in a moment of panic but it is in fact a compelling metaphor of everything that is wrong with America!
Like all roads to hell the devil details his good intentions.
Fact: This procrastination quagmire was hastily created by a naked response to fear, executed with indifference to lurking dangers, and is seemingly intractable to resolution. The roots of the quagmire are rooted ironically to an everyday object which in fact contains iron: my car keys...and the fact that they were not in hand nor in mind on that fateful day on July 14th when I wanted to go to get a Super Burrito at Chipotle's.
As they say "Those who ignore the lessons of history are bound to ignore them again." And so it was with me. As my frustration increased, the haphazard search for the missing methods of locomotion became ever more chaotic to include such acts of desperation as looking in the refrigerator, looking in the toilet, and finally in panic sweeping everything off the dining room table and declaring with furious conviction "Somebody stole it!"
Sometimes you have to shine a light to foreshadow what happens next.
Fact: The illogical leap to self destructive behavior as a response to a predictable dilemma illuminates a pattern of thinking that was referred to in the sentence that preceded this one and foreshadowed it.
Fact: All the destructive quagmiration could have been avoided if the I had listened to my neighbor who upon encountering me flapping around like a headless chicken, told me not to worry because they'll show up sooner or later. Would that I had listened to this fount of wisdom and sagacity rather than mutter unrepeatables under my breath while continuing my fruitless search.
Fact: Although the keys were recovered the next day from within the carrying case of my Sawz-all, the procrastination quagmire remained.
Despite a continuing series of resolutions to address the fundamental problem of having a miasmically plethorical maelstrom of...things on my floor, the lack of a fundamental plan was absent.
Fact: The procrastination quagmire is best understood as a fractal...it's too bad I don't understand fractals.
Metaphorical imagery
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Might be foreshadowing, might not... I gotta finish reading this someday
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I meant to put this on my car to cover the Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker
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Sloth
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Indifference ...she's giving you the talon (not in original phot but made a good contrasting metaphor)
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I guess i'm not the only procrastinator around here