symbolic language leads to weight gain!

Over the past few days, I've found myself desperately searching for some food, some combination of tastes and ingredients that I'm not getting. This isn't uncommon, really; my body, when I listen to it, is very good at telling me what it needs and what it doesn't need. The problem this time is that I think my body is confused by my brain, but still doing the best it can. I'm missing something, sure, but it's not food, even though my body is tring to act like it is (unless I can somehow find and consume satisfaction?). I'm used to my metaphors confusing others, not my self.

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I attribute it to early exposure to Myst, informed by an arc in The Invisibles, but when I encounter butterflies, I feel a compulsion to follow them off roads and paths, ignoring ideas of property lines and the like, and just go... somewhere.

hmm....

I wonder if one of the reasons I don't write more... creatively? honestly? rigorously? is because I can't easily expand categories beyond the 'he/she' in language, and thus don't want to always be writing in such a way as to exclude the possibility of myself?