Ten Days: Day Eight
1. Words. Skillful use of language. Large lexicons. Deft, unmalicious correction of errors. Irritation at ill-used words. Alliteration. Assonance. Wordplay. Yes please.
2. The apocalypse. It shouldn't, I know, but man does the idea of the apocalypse turn me on. I love the ideas of desperation and cooperation. I love the ruin and reclamation. The aesthetics are so sexy.
3. Breath. The sound of it, even over the phone. The feel of it against my skin. Whispered words. Gasps.