Affection’s a funny thing. She got the news yesterday and I was already planning to be home late. A quick phonecall and I was marvelling how close people are with handphones. I sound like a caveman, sure, but you learn to appreciate the really important things when the need and anxiety’s great. So she’ll go under the “ray gun” device thing for five weeks, then spend another five years popping an inexpensive pill to prevent mutations. Mutations. Isn’t that what happens? I wouldn’t know.
For a moment there I felt the urge to expound on enviromental problems and such, but realized I didn’t have the stomach to do it: you get enough of a dose watching crazy anime like Gilgamesh and Akira and such. I’ve never really understood this Japanese obsession with broadcasting these public service messages.
