i took out my earring last night. like many things in life, it was driven by impulse, and nothing much else. i guess i wanted to de-ornament myself.

i've had a earring on 24-7-365 for almost 2 years now, so much so that it has become almost a part of my body. my left hand habitually reaches up to my earlobe, seeking for a piece of metal or plastic to fondle, only to be greeted with virgin flesh. discomforted, i play with the flesh of the earlobe instead.

two artificial objects come to mind when i think about foreign things becoming a part of our bodies - piercings (or earrings) and spectacles. after a while, it just becomes as if you were born with these things - until you lose them.

i could actually write a poem or song about this.