anna

One night, I was stumbling through the streets of MIT, on my way back from a Glam Rock party, drunkenly singing with two of my lovers, when I found a broken piece of ceramic lying on the cement, shining in the circle of an overhead streetlamp, and the light of a building of higher learning. My two lovers walked on, their song drifting blissfully into the Cambridge night sky, but I stopped and stared at this piece of ceramic- a toilet bowl perhaps? or a pot for a plant? or an urn? or all in one? I DID NOT KNOW!but i knew what i had to do.I reached down and picked up the largest piece of ceramic in pile.I lifted it up over my head.And with a scream, I threw it on the pavement.It was the most satisfying moment of my life. I love breaking things.