this morning i had a hard struggle on the toilet seat. it felt like there was a thick cylinder of concrete in my rectum. i couldn't hold it any longer, but i could also put it out. 10 fucking minutes pushing all my faustian will for that thing to go down. sweating like i was in a sauna. face as red as i was looking a the sun under saharan summer noon. then i had finally made it. i was a winner and i was full of pride of my victory. then i started to clean myself. i noticed that the paper was red instead of brown. yet another reason for my to be proud of this victory, that costed me blood and probably some scars. i was a hero, i was hercules, i was atlas. then i stood up, to face the monster i just got beaten. its shape, its size, it all amazed me; it wasn't a single inche bigger than i nut. i realized that the one defeated was me. so much pain, so suffering and injuries, for a little thing not bigger than a small nut. i flushed it down, and, along this monster, also was my whole pride flushed.
Brazil