door, key, sewage
A client once used this metaphor to describe the place he was stuck: it's as if I am standing at the door to where I need to go... It's locked, but it's right in front of me, and the key is right at my feet. And I am standing in sewage up to my neck! Lately I have been revisiting this ever-so-apt metaphor. There are swamps and doors, they come and go... some we negotiate successfully, others we stand in up to our necks, staring at the door out, knowing where to find the key... for years, for... Sign in to see full entry.