iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

If you want to be loved, be a lovable. It's a good place to start.

...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

scapegoat, n. I think our top two are: 1. Not enough coffee. 2. Too much coffee.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.