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Most people think things are not real unless they are spoken, that it’s the uttering of something, not the thinking of it, that legitimizes it. I suppose this is why people always want other people to say “I love you.” I think just the opposite — that thoughts are realest when thought, that expressing them distorts or dilutes them, that it is best for them to stay in the dark climate-controlled airport chapel of your mind, that if they’re released into the air and light they will be affected in a way that alters them, like film accidentally exposed.

She said nothing in her stop-being-silly-I’m-not-going-to-encourage-you way. Just ignore him and he’ll go away, my mother used to say to Gillian when we were young and I bugged her. Just ignore him. All he wants is attention. In retrospect there seems to be something almost cruel about that — to simultaneously acknowledge and refuse someone’s desire for attention — especially a child’s. All he wants is attention, as if it’s bad to want attention, like wanting money or power or fame. Perhaps it’s why I prefer to be ignored now; I’ve been warped in some irreversible way.