what do you think about when you wake up in the morning?

I started making eye contact, in the way that people notice.

We talked over the phone for the first time, and for a second the streetlights lined up in perfect parallel lines and glinted off the windows of the car.

Clichés are much less convenient in real life.

If you tell me I'm just like someone you used to know, I want to know who, but I can't.

Someday I hope we find ourselves looking at license plates to figure out what state we're in.

I hope we can sit and watch forest fires on tv, warming our hands and sipping from ceramic,

but until then

I will try to figure out the distance between stop signs on the street,

I will listen to "pictures at an exhibition" and pretend to be fascinated.

A reclining park bench would change the world.

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