Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.

On Friday, Esther asked me why I liked construction sites.

It's hard to define the exact components of it I like. And even harder to pinpoint the reason behind my liking.

I like the rawness of construction sites. The smell of fresh concrete, the gritty earth, the rusted metal. Nothing really shines. If nothing shines, can I still constitute it as being 'basic', where it's untainted? Words are complex. They are one, yet mean another. Puns. Or just language.

I like the colours. Diverse shades, yet limited. The colours scream. Gently. Tenderness among danger, perhaps. Primary [school] colours that aren't what them seem.

I remember telling Dippy that security was built out of danger. Just generally.

I like supermarkets / grocery shops / convenience stalls as well. Taiwan's convenience shop culture made my heart sing.

Is it possible to claim that I can't quantify my attraction simply because it's innate? I like to think that there's a psychological backing / justification behind every person's actions / character, but somehow this doesn't seem to stand for attraction.

Maybe it's like the poincare conjecture. Proclaim first, prove later.

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