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Eve Arnold, 1954, Havana, Magnum Agency

To Make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease -
Capacity to Terminate
Is a Specific Grace -
Of Retrospect the Arrow
That power to repair
Departed with the Torment
Become, alas, more fair -

Emily Dickinson, 1871

That had been a heavy day. Mary got out of bed in the very hour, at half past six in the morning, the time that your eyes have become accustomed. Trained, they opened up unexpectedly, thirty seconds before the alarm sounds. Her husband was snoring at his side, arrived drunk the night before. Mary was not a woman to curl up, looked around and stood up very quickly. After the morning routine movements, which she mechanically, like a little robot, left for work, leaving her husband and children for breakfast on the table. Walking to work was a pleasant routine.

Mary likes the smell of the city by tomorrow, she feel cool, people walk around with cold - it will warm, think, rubbing his hands in arms. At dawn, a light rain fell, and Maria was happy, because even more like the smell of the city after the rain. "There's nothing like the wet asphalt," he thought. The city met with the bath desirable, as is to be clean, free of annoying odors, pumping in concrete. Mary is an urban woman, was born in the midst of her town and never left. Do not know live without this heat, this emotion, these colors and these sounds.

That day Mary felt the life come apart. He walked calmly and at work, the routine took care of his day. Throughout the day, Maria had no time to think of the drunken husband, children, in financial trouble. Not thought of them not for being too busy, but being too tired. Mary just wanted a few days to themselves, without having to think that things will turn up, but feel the changes. Leaving work, she decided not go straight home, as he did every day. He stopped at a bar next to the service and asked for a shot of rum. There were two or three: head down, Maria thought of a lost freedom, feelings of past and future already promises infinite feelings. Paid the bill with a twenty, adjusting the sleeve of her dress, then to rise. Not reeling and showed no signs of intoxication. When he arrived home, Mary found her husband sleeping in the same position he had left the morning, as if that day - so heavy! - Had not existed. He was sleeping with the feeling of having dreamed.

stolen from Diazepam, text by December 2008, but that reminds me of my present self.