You said that a blue whale and a goldfish are really about the same size because they have both grown to the size of their tanks the only difference being that the blue whale’s tank happens to be the ocean. You said that the heart of a blue whale is the same size as this car and that if I were inside that instead, I would be sitting on its left atrium.

Waves lap around the tyres and slowly the road turns from concrete to water. Two lorries become lungs and what was a bridge is now a ribcage.

They also say that if a human were to be injected into the veins of a blue whale they would be able to swim through them helped along by a rhythmic pulse. As we keep on driving we seem to be getting more in sync with that pulse until I realise we are the ones creating it’s rhythm. I can feel the backs of my legs fusing with the carpeted fibres on the seat of the car and realise that I will be here for a while.

Do you ever feel like you are part of something huge? I ask
Um yeah I guess. Maybe.

The car stops, maybe you pulled over or we ran out of petrol or maybe you just don’t want to be here anymore, either way I realise this is the end and soon we will have to leave and I remember that I haven’t made any plans for tomorrow.

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If we cut our hands and mix our blood does that mean we can never fall in love because we are related. Does it also mean that when you have kids they will partly belong to me too?

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He will replace her and she will replace them and no one will notice until we are all old and then you will remember everyone but not properly and you will wish you had filmed everything so you could watch it all again.

I wish I had filmed the eclipse. It only happens every 91 years and I doubt I’ll live to be a hundred and three. Now I regret how I spent those six minutes of stolen darkness.

At the time I wasn’t even interested. I just pretended to watch it through those special glasses when really I was trying to look at my neighbour to see if he was looking at me.

Bits of you will dissolve into the walls until they too start breathing. Part 1.

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Bits of you will dissolve into the walls until they too start breathing. Part 2.

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Bits of you will dissolve into the walls until they too start breathing. Part 3.

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I can feel it in my bones
Sends shivers down your spine
Makes hair stand on end
A bit too close to the bone

 

I have a bone to pick with you
Don’t pull the wool over my eyes
Make no bones about it
Keeping my eye on you

Turning a blind eye
As good as it gets
At the end of the day
All’s well that ends well

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