One day, in the summer of 2011, I lay in bed on a Saturday. My bed was adjacent to my sister's, and our bedroom was the color of a decently ripe mandarin Every once in a while, i become hyper-aware of my body. I feel my self as though I were any other animal rather than a person with intelligent consciousness, and each nerve ending feels intentional and precise At that moment, my body was honed in on my lips and my throat. They felt so strange, so Alive. I licked my lips and I felt i could see the action potentials of sensation, they were that vivid to me My throat felt empty by comparison: after all, it was not experiencing sensation the same way my lips were, and I wanted to speak a word so that they both might be stimulated. In my sleepy stupor I didnt want to pur in the effort of pronouncing plosives or really forming my lips into any shape. I had to be quiet too. I didnt know if my sister was awake or asleep, and in either case I didnt want her to hear me So. I lay there, preparing to eject vibrating air into the space above me, hyper-aware of the effort it takes to make sound. The morning light streamed through the small window. It was bright, both because it was probably fairly late in the morning and because the summer day stretched obnoxiously long. I lay under that light and whispered, quietly, barely moving my mouth, with a sound so faint it barely felt like I was making noise at all: "sasuke" And at that moment, i discovered that my sister was indeed awake, because she said very loudly, "did you just say 'sasuke'?"
marco............making history