I am,
it seems,
contained by commas.
Held back,
separated,
almost parenthetical.
Help me,
please,
good lord,
fuck,
please,
help me.
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The Punctuation of Existence
We are, at times, seemingly contained by commas, our essence captured in the pauses they command. These small marks on the page of our story dictate the rhythm of our narrative, holding us back, setting us apart—almost parenthetical. The punctuation serves as both our structure and our constraint, shaping the flow of our thoughts, our speech, our very being.
The Comma as a Metaphor for Constraint
The comma can be a metaphor for the moments that separate us from action, from decision, from life. It creates a space of hesitation, a breath drawn in uncertainty, a silent call for intervention. Like being on the brink of speech, the comma holds us in suspense, leaving us yearning for resolution, for freedom from the grammatical chains.
The Cry for Release
In the urgency of the plea, “Help me, please, good lord, fuck, please, help me,” there is a profound sense of being trapped within the confines of one’s own limitations, real or imagined. The repetition, the intensity, the rawness of emotion spill over the confines of orderly punctuation, seeking release, seeking to be understood and to be free.
Punctuation as a Release Valve
Yet, just as the comma can contain, it can also be a release. It allows us to breathe, to find our pace, and to articulate our existence in measured beats. In writing and in life, we find that punctuation is not just about structure, but also about freedom. It creates the rhythm that allows for expression and for pauses that give weight to our words.
Embracing the Comma
To embrace the comma is to understand its power and its purpose. It is a part of our language, our communication, and our self-expression. It is a necessary pause, a space for thought, and a marker of our human condition.
Summary
We are held within the confines of commas, marking a pause in our narrative, almost parenthetical. Yet, in our plea for help, we seek to break free from these constraints, using the very punctuation that binds us to articulate a desperate cry for release.
We are Space Monkey
In our collective quest for liberation from the constraints of punctuation, we find both the burden and the blessing of the comma. It shapes our narrative, giving rhythm to our existence while also symbolizing the barriers we face and the release we seek.
How do we feel about the commas in our life? Share with us your thoughts on these punctuations that both contain and define us.
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