phone-calls

Life is mysterious as well as vulgar.

Don__ let your phone calls, online chats, and other trivial activities manage you. You have to manage them because they don__ have the dreams to fulfill; you have the dreams.

because daytime leaves vampires less than, well, conscious, I told him, __ake your muffins to Boston and shut it, Terrance._ And then I hung up on him.

I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?

Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange flowers, the way it smells at Maisen. Those ordinary things I talk about with you. With you... I want to talk about love with you.

She always imagined their voices entangled somewhere in the wires when they spoke, caught up in a grid she didn't fully understand, passing back and forth. Once the calls were disconnected, she imagined the echoes of old conversations would be trapped there, floating back and forth with no exit, like ghosts.

We are loved way more by some of the people who have not contacted us in the last twelve or so months than we are loved by some of those who contact us every twelve or so days _ or hours.