My eyes are sharp and they dart. They give people looks, and if I'm lucky, they look away first. But you know where they all go at midnight, like a Cinderella. They may know what it is to lose sleep, but they've never had the full experience, have they. We should have developed a system to contact each other at any fraction of the hour.
People lack either the courage or the ability, or maybe both, there is no way to tell.
Your wrists become weak, your skin becomes cold and clammy, your eyelids even burn a little at the very edge. Everything is in your way, even the covers. If you have no money for food, go hunt and gather in the wilderness, I told her, pointing at my backyard. My stage, my writing running between my ears, better than anything I will ever get all the way down to words. Like everything else I ever do, the idea for this network is based on a dream I had.