Saturday, January 23, 2010

A Mostly True Thing I Made Up

One June, a boy knocked on my window. This surprised me because that was the summer I lived in the sky.

"What are you doing here?" I said.

"The world misses you," the boy said.

"Oh," I said. "Are you the world, then?"

The boy looked confused. "Isn't everyone?" he said.

Happy Friday, readers.


p.s. This post was in honor of this. Maybe I'll write more. It's fun. Only time will tell, and he's notoriously tight-lipped.

1 comment:

  1. I am nothing. You are nothing. We are nothing, but what nothing will ever be; you'll see!