/lit/ - Literature

I remember when i was in kindergarten and we were having free time in class. I was sitting beside and tripode abacus with a board on top of it. I was playing with the little colored balls that you move along a nylon string. Suddenly i had the idea to cut the nylon string with the scissors i was holding in my hands. I knew that what i was doing was not only wrong but absurd, because it will end with the destruction of something usefull in order to achieve nothing, but i did it anyway because i wanted to feel the string being cut.