Mise En Scene

It is night. I sit at a computer. I am accessing the Internet. A cold has overtaken me and I find myself sneezing several times, reminding me that I still feel mildly feverish. It was not a good idea to miss a night's sleep. My immune system has not yet caught up the lost ground. A cold virus has taken full advantage of my weakness.

I drink Greens+ Daily Detox to boost my body's antioxidant activity and immune strength. Hourly I consume 1000mg of Vitamin C. Still, I sneeze and sneeze. I wonder how many sneezes I could have prevented by placing my finger under my nose. But that finger is needed to use the Internet. And so the sneezing goes on.

I look at the floor. There is a sock. It is inside out, resting where I dropped it off my sweaty foot. Its partner is out of sight. I find myself briefly wondering where the other sock is, and whether it too is inside out. Under most circumstances, that is a simple, mundane question, but in my present state, it almost hints at something more symbolic of the archetypal. The fog in my head both suggests the greater meaning and prevents its revelation.

I sneeze again. It is time to press the Publish Post button. The Internet will then know the contents of Mise En Scene. And I will know that the Internet knows. It is night.