If I kiss you where it's sore will you feel better? Will you feel nothing at all?
- Regina Spektor, "Better"
In the center of this world is a well where people come to have a drink of flavored water that changes color depending on the person's intentions. After all, we all have different intentions for drinking. Some of us drink because we are thirsty. Some of us drink because of habit. Yet some drink just for the fun of it. And who knows the million different reasons people need water? For every person a different reason and different color of flavored water.
All houses in this world have only one room. Thus, each house has only one function. A bed house, a dining house, a bath house, a kitchen house... The town bell ding-dongs every time it's time to change houses and it's so pretty how people, all at the same time, exit a house and enter a new one. Each inhabitant knows which house to inhabit next.
As much as I love order, already I am plotting to possess a house of my own. It's a kissing house. You go there to get kissed. I like it there. It will be mine.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
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