From "The Little Prince." The fox was my favorite part of the story:
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please--tame me!" he said.
Did some hammering and scraping and painting and sanding this weekend. I smash one finger, shoved wood splinters and paint chips under two different fingernails, and sliced my fingertips numerous times. Work gloves are a great idea... if you put them on.
Well, I just want to feel everything I'm doing with my own hands. Oh, but there's great consequence. Once you've torn open your fingers, it really burns to get into paints and cleaners and all toxic things involved. I know you don't need to be told this.
I painted myself into a corner today. Really. I wanted to say, hey, look at me, painted in a corner. No one was around.