I think the story is the most ancient form of human entertainment.
I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.
It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.
If your words're true, they're armed.
We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.