Live by your Imagination

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“Snow-tiger and the seven kitties”

"She will take it back some day." -Pink Floyd

“…she read every book that came in her way, almost with as much delight as if it had been forbidden.”

But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I’m saying? Does it feel this way to you?

“Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse” you say, and you laugh You mean it as an insult, and I understand, Or you don’t because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes” Because we would. It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth to document it’s end the best way we know and if that means a second by second update of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters so be it. It would mean a second by second update of “I love you” “I’m scared” “Are you all right?” “Stay close” “Be brave” It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another, Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh. So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my 'teenage superiority’ Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire, had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome “I love you” “I’m scared” “Don’t forget me” Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?

“Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.”