By Michelle Ho
The prospect of dangling in midair fifty metres above a bustling street is just slightly daunting for a professional tightrope cyclist. “I can do this”, Sam said reassuringly to his inner self. He didn’t want to feel overwhelmed by the sudden whiff of capricious nausea as he peered over the edge of where he was about to perform his magnificent feat. After all, a faltering step is all he needs to have a taste of what it feels like to flirt with death.
The prospect of dangling in midair fifty metres above a bustling street is just slightly daunting for a professional tightrope cyclist. “I can do this”, Sam said reassuringly to his inner self. He didn’t want to feel overwhelmed by the sudden whiff of capricious nausea as he peered over the edge of where he was about to perform his magnificent feat. After all, a faltering step is all he needs to have a taste of what it feels like to flirt with death.
Nausea being capricious is an intriguing concept.
ReplyDeleteThank you for joining us in Week Four. Your response makes my stomach hurt--I can't imagine having what it takes to walk or ride a tightrope at any height. I hope you'll join us again in week five.
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