I aced this test. And so should you.
Test? What test?
Yeah, I didn’t know either. Were we supposed to study? Was there homework? Did I miss something? Fuck.
I first figured it out Saturday morning, that it was a test, and once I did, it just got easier. It took a lot of physical pain, incidentally. I recently had a handful of stitches sewn into my leg – a haphazard, otherwise uninteresting lab accident – and the wound got infected, albeit mildly. So I had to resort to home remedies to sorting out the infection, right? A little baking soda here, a splash of water there, and voila! A shitload of pain. But the infection itself became defeated, wilted, and swam away, diluting eloquently into my bloodstream, presumably devoured by my rather aggressive white blood cells. And it was in this elaborate process that I was caused an excruciating pain so vehement and violent that I broke into cold sweats and nearly fainted…
And whilst dribbling upon that crest between vacancy and awake I stumbled into a brilliant realm of clarity. And it was the test. The test presented itself so brilliantly that I couldn’t help but chuckle in the heavy handed acknowledgment that I’d been participating for an eternity already. There it was, the answer and the question intrinsically interwoven into a spindle of momentary, if not altogether profound truth. I’m testing, currently, as are you. We all are.
And fuck if I’m not a genius at this shit. You seem to be good at this, too. We should form a team. A team of testers that are fucking brilliant ass geniuses, manipulating our physical forms into a vast, animated universe in which we can pick, and choose, and do everything and anything we want to do. Molding the dynamic realm of infinite possibility into a customizable, pocket sized respite. A glimpse, if you will, into our own nature. An ignorance of convention alongside an enthusiasm for iridescent boundaries.
Sounds like my kinda place.
