“the first time we met, we hated each other." "no, you didn’t hate me, i hated you. the second time we met, you didn’t even remember me” “i did too, i remembered you. the third time we met, we became friends.” “we were friends for a long time.” “and then we weren’t.” “and then we fell in love.”
The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many… somethings.
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
SHOPPER: Do you have the “Shoe” books? SALESPERSON: The “Shoe” books? Who’s the author? SHOPPER: I don’t know. My friend told me my daughter has to read the “Shoe” books, so here I am. KATHLEEN: Noel Streatfeild.