“What will I have?” The question seems to startle the young man. “I don’t know!”
“You’re not hungry?” she asks. He says nothing. “Well, then, I’ve got honey-colored seashells…” She rattles off a list of inedible objects.
“What will I do with these?” he asks, now visibly alarmed.
“Make a life,” she replies immediately. “Do you have a life?”
That’s when things begin to get strange. [Read more...]














