Referred to yourself as a Luddite. I want to unplug that part of my self. That stories make the world a better place because they are empathy engines. But maybe I can help them. English, the color at dawn? Kodie says they do, at least. You told me that stories connect us, make us understand ourselves and each other a little better. I know that part of me is the least Kevin. This and Maggie here.
I really get that now, too. English, the color at dawn? This and Maggie here. But I think this book will be important because I think I may be the only one left. I wonder now if they are the ones following me. Instead of videoing everything and narrating over it. It certainly feels that way. Tomorrow is so far-seeming. Let me get this out of the way. Holding the smoke in my lungs, I hear this… sound. Here goes… To be truthful, when I first heard the sounds, I was lighting a bowl of pot. The box  it came in said Capture Your Stories with that circled R trademark thing next to it. If I make it. To tell it the way things are. I want to unplug that part of my self. Of the housekeeping ilk. Oh, duh—got off track there. We get the gift-shaft, we who are born so close to Christmas. I hate that I even have to say that. Got to keep my spirits up. They move as quicksilver, like one organism, a massive flock of birds abruptly lifting into the air, undulating, twisting, graying the sky; or like a school of fish winding and turning all shiny in shafts of light knifing down through the water. I had to look it up. So, here I go with being noble. The reason… why things are what they are. But maybe I can help them.
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