April 16, 2010
But where once there was a door had become tile. Medusa fell to the ground, staring up at who she assumed to be Athena, the goddess of wisdom. The granules of cleaning agent that formed her body appeared to change shape into snow and dangling icicles. Medusa began shaking uncontrollably, not so much from the sudden cold but from a certain guilt associated with having previously lost too much control. As the light from Athena's eyes grew in intensity, Medusa's expensive work slacks began to change into ratty jeans. Her hair became flat and oily. Her memory of success, gone.