“You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses – this is the concrete – and these are my damaged petals. Don’t ask me why, thank god, and ask me how”
I’m staying at my brother’s while he is away, and i just had to write him this email:
subject: fire alarm
Dear J,
So uh, does your fire alarm go off randomly with no particular pattern?
Does it tend to happen when one is in the shower?
Also, does it know when you are naked and having an allergy attack and that the mop you grabbed to beat it/turn it off with would have a handle filled with old ass mop water that would dump on you when you turned it upside down to do so?