“It was early Spring when we died,” I began, my voice sad. “we didn’t know it yet, but the world was ending that day, and we were just caught in the cracks.”
There’s nothing in this world I want more than you. What a shitty world I must live in.
In retrospect, I’d say that travelling was quite similar to using a new bath salt: exciting at first because it’s new and different but then you’ve been in too long and your fingers start to prune and get all nasty just like they do for any other bath you’ve ever taken – but I have to admit, Bill’s excitement to see Barcelona and Santorini, Cairo and Istanbul, Tokyo and Singapore, Auckland and Ushuaia and all those other places I’ve already been to not once but thrice, seems to have reignited an excitement in me that I rendered long gone. Although I desperately long to settle down and stay right where I am for once in my life, Bill gave me the gift of feeling young again – that wondrous excitement of youth – so I suppose the least I can do for my husband is pour in the salt and take a bath with him.
Please excuse me.
I need to save the world.
If we had more water we could green Australia.
If we had more monkeys we could take over the world.
I realise now that you were not being unkind.
You just know nothing of our world.
See this twenty cents?
It is the change I want to see in the world.
I have conquered the world.
Now only you remain.
I love seeing the moon in the sky during the day.
It reminds me the world is not alone.