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A woman ironing a shirt, the pressure builds, the heat increases, intense heat. She is alone in her new apartment, thinking about the day as she completes her daily chores (although ironing is merely a weekly chore). Boxes lay unpacked, scattered about the miniature domicile, seemingly as small as a dollhouse, the walls closing in, so there's a different pressure.
A single lightbulb swaying from a thin wire, illuminating all corners of the closet space. I like to sit in here and think about things. Illuminate the darker corners of my mind.
One word indeed: autism. Autism is a lock. There is no key. And thee needn't be one, in my opinion. Yes, autism. I do not feel autism limits people. Rather, it opens up their minds to new ideas, new thoughts that no mere 'normal' person could ever hope to unravel, to understand.
In Professor Layton, there is a puzzle near the start of the second game. It involves finding the right key to fit a lock. I don't like to give things away, however I must say that this is a quite clever puzzle, as it merits the use of the apparent 'handle' of one of the keys as the key itself.
I am so scared right now. It's been years since I've tried this, years since I've opened up my thoughts, my feelings to someone else. My heart feels like it's always been under lock and key, like it no longer knows emotion. But I have to try. Somehow, I feel like she'll make it worth the effort.
I am SO bored right now. I really don't want to do this anymore, but I'm stuck until I graduate. If I slack off, chances are good the wrong person will notice - a.k.a. the manager. So, yeah. I'm stuck in this minimum wage, bottom feeder job flipping burgers until I can find a way out.
I am completely balanced, completely calm within myself. I feel spiritually enhanced, like I am on a different level, like I AM level. I feel calm, tired yet refreshed, and in a beautiful world, where images becomes sounds become emotions become words become images.
My boiling point has been reached. Sudden explosions as foam escapes my steamy mouth. I rock and sway, rolling white peaks covering my lips and surface. I am overwhelmed with heat.