June 24, 2010

• Sometimes the world is a chatterbox. Won't shut up. Always telling me things, showing me things, taking me places. Blah blah blah I'm the world and I'm gorgeous. Look at me! Listen to me! I try to tell it to slow down but it's bent on talking a mile a minute. I don't really mind; it's just a lot of Interesting to take in at once.

  Other times, I can't get it to speak to me at all. We stare at each other, a contest that lasts a hundred years, with me whispering speak to me, speak to me, don't be shy and the world--without a blink--mouthing back you first.

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