Probing. Inquisitive. Thoughtful.
The doctor's hands run over my abdomen, checking here and there. He wants to know the source of my pain. When he knows the source, he can likely identify the cause.
But he is uncertain. He has an idea, but the pieces don't seem to fit.
We discuss the options, the possibilities. Neither of us is satisfied.
Probing. Inquisitive. Thoughtful.
The journalist is less than satisfied with the answer he has received in the interview. It doesn't make sense. It almost seems dishonest.
He has never trusted this kind, with their slippery answers, seeping out like rancid oil. Like vultures, they make their living on the misfortune of others, others who have shrivelled up as their will to work, and to live, has flowed out of them, now they have lost everything.
Like the doctor, I keep probing, trying to find the answers.
But, again, the pieces don't seem to fit. I have to leave it at that.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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