More Mixed Metaphors.

I’m told that a major part of the technique in playing the flute is to get the maximum sound from the minimum use of breath. I gather that people learning the instrument often get light headed, even to the point of fainting sometimes, because they’re exhaling too much air and getting little sound in return.

Life can be like that. You can talk, and talk, and talk until your head starts to swim, while all the energy and precious breath disappears into a void. No answers, only the occasional hint of an echo. And when you get close to keeling over, you wonder whether you’re really cut out to be a flute player.

I really must write that story about the man fishing in an empty pool. It has potential. In fact, it could be quite bizarre. I like bizarre.