Breathe

The giants in their great mass heave and sigh to the timed intervals of industrial blowers. Lying on their backs and sides, heads raised from the floor, legs stiffened, chests inflated, only to relax again, as if in some futile attempt to stand up on their feet. The giants recall the body as gross anatomy - of a soul trapped within spoilable flesh - the dispirited body, incapable of action because of the sentiment of futility. The giants also recall the tragic body - needy, voracious, desiring,and independent of consciousness and will.