Until the moment of my apprehension, I didn't once think, People will find this odd. The scarlet beauty of it. The pulsing immediacy. The way it courses through its endless circuit of comings and goings, slipping and rushing and seeping down to the cells of us, the intimate insider that knows all the news, that's been down to the mailroom and up to the boardroom. And I got the idea that it would be more interesting to examine my own blood under the microscope.
Blood still wet, still rich with urgent color.
I imagined lively, plump little corpuscles tumbling against each other like a miniature game of bumper cars. I had brought my Swiss Army knife to school precisely for this purpose. It was recess. I found this plan so compelling it blinded me to other thought. The idea of the blood beckoned to me, hypnotic and seductive.