belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
14 September 1996
"You know that game you play, that's on a board where everyone has a little car to push around and you put little people in your car."
"Life."
"Yes. That is it."
She smiles a little.
"Imagine playing with a straight jacket. Nobody can touch your car except for you. You can't reach it with your hands, and if you try pushing with your tongue you can't see where you're going. So all you can do is look really hard at your car; or look really hard at the other players and maybe one of them will notice and use their car to give yours a little push."
This time she laughs and then looks back again.
"No, this is really serious."
Copyright © 1996 Charles Fry
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