virtual disorder

in bed that night i invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in new york, and would connect to the reservoir. whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same pace, and in the morning the weatherman would report if the water level of the reservoir of tears had gone up or down, and you could know if new york was in heavy boots. and then when something really terrible happened-like a nuclear bomb, or at least a biological weapons attack-an extremely loud siren would go off, telling everyone to get to central park to put sandbags around the reservoir.

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i invented a postage stamp where the back tastes like crème brûlée.

i still couldn't sleep.

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that secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

-from extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer.