Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The snows of the Tyrol the clear beer of Vienna.

The girl who sits beside me at work dropped out of high school. Anticipating an utterance, she'll stare at me for several minutes before asking me a question. One day it was about the book I was reading, Ice by Anna Kavan. I told her Anna Kavan usually writes about girls going insane, even though that isn't what Ice is about. Today she asked me about my shirt, and I told her, it's a first-print cover of the Bell Jar, which she had never heard of. She asked me what it was about, and I told her it's about a girl going insane. So far this is almost all I've said aloud at my job.

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