Lintilla

small human, they say like it's something to be astonished about, something unusual when they find me on top of an office chair, wheels unlocked (a skill perfected years ago, really nothing to worry about, shoes on the floor) or that time I climbed through a small window at work just to see if I could (I could, with the ever faithfull help of a chair) much to the amusement of my colleage (no, I didn't tell my boss. I wonder if she heard anyway) small human, a friend says and hooks unto my hand as I lead the way through the crowds (I always find my way through, there's always room for me) or that time when we managed to get to the front row o

The moment you realize you've spent too much time in the intangible digital pages of easy and instant and endless is when you reach the end of the first chapter of a real book and look for the review button. (the hint you missed was you dancing through the house in exultant joy at the feel of pages between your fingers)

loving is like breathing; unconsciously its one part of the brain deciding that this, this is what we do now and the other part scrambling to keep up, wait, how does this work