...I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.

Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong.

For my last birthday, Dad bought me a pocket-sized Collins English Dictionary. It would only fit in a pocket that had been specially designed.

...I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.

I spin around on the swivel chair and look up at the ceiling; Oliver being Oliver being Oliver being Oliver. I am suddenly aware of the separation between my-actual-self and myself-as-seen-by-others. Who would win in an arm wrestle? Who is better-looking? Who has the higher IQ?

It is strange to hear your mother talk about being human because, honestly, it's too easy to forget.

Anger does not come easy to me. It is something I have to encourage, like a greyhound in second place.