All anyone wants is to be read like a page-turner opened, flipped through, enjoyed. People want to be connected with, used, loved, if only privately by an exclusive person or set of people. We want to be read like books because we write ourselves like books; narratives of character, theme, plot. And we read ourselves, too, what we've written in our minds.

Its scary, says Ana; her brow coldly sweats.

Imagine its a dreamscape, I say, squinching. The trees are sleepwalkers. They sway and breathe. Their canopies are the umbragical skulls of scatterbrained giants.

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