Plagued

Cellophane is not the savior…

The modern mind is plagued.

Like a scab over a wound. Never healing from the constant fingernails of certainty picking at it. We must wrap everything in certainty, like Saran Wrap, around a pear. Protecting it, whether it ripens or rots: whether formed or misformed.

There’s zero tolerance for ambiguity and uncertainty. And the modern mind is suffocating from its foiled wrap, it’ll never heal, breathe, or survive. The sharp edges of the shellacked Press-Ons need removing. Polish the bare mind. Go under the problem, not through it. It is when a wound damns the puss and ooze that it itself can cast off non-biodegradable material — the plague.