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Sep 17
Uncategorized Meredith El Fuego Meredith, overwhelming exhaustion, terrible sketch, William Carlos Williams Comments Off
and the bags under your eyes are like pools of wine, purple and deep. It’s funny how exhaustion can be so physical, the fuzzy feeling that’s taken residence around my eyes, the way it seems as though someone has tied lead weights to each eyelash. The way my body curves and hunches over, refusing to hold itself up. The way caffeine trickles through my bloodstream, languidly poking at my veins, my senses, half-assedly telling me to wake up, be alert. (Today I only let myself have half a diet coke). The way it accumulates, like sandbags building up in your mind till you can’t see over.
Today’s self-portrait is of my sleepiness. A doodle done during class, it’s not particularly sophisticated, but it just about captures it: 