If you’re reading this, then I’m already dead.
Wow. Just joking.
I like…boys on swings, and girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows – I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like water caught in spiders’ webs. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who don’t smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on.
I love food.
In some ways I love…everything. It’s less…less of a thing than 'like'…less distinct. Less…particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice than ‘like’. I don't hate anything because I don't see a point in it. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much I feel like I could float away...
