No?

In my caffeine-induced dreams I inhabit a world-- it increasingly looks like this one-- where all the people for whom I care, care for others more.
It's very selfish to desire to be cared for, for lack of better grammar, but necessary for survival. We cannot only live in our heads, or we begin to to be like Henry Darger.



No?

My father, who drives the Seattle roads like a monstrous great white shark in a feeding frenzy, wants me to call my grandmother.

No?