i want to take you some place that we have never been. i want it that
when we get there, we will realize we have a very intimate and
unplaceable knowledge of it. i want us to place our faces on the
floorboards. they will be cold and old enough that when we fall asleep
like that, when we get up our faces will look like wood. we will have
wooden faces. we will hold hands and do the dishes. no one will have
ever done the dishes before like we will do the dishes in this place. i
said "hot damn." she said she got the sentiment. except that this is not
about sentiment. this about fact. this is not science fiction, i said.
this is science fact. ok, she said. i get it. i don't think she does. i
would chop her wooden face. with a hatchet. i would then put it back
together in a way i could understand. have you talked to your brother
today, she said. no. not really. he seems to be okay though. mom and dad
say he has really found his place. i was just asking she said. i know
what she means.