The Future for Curious People - Pg 116

   It's deafening, the quiet. The camera zooms in. Godfrey and I are crying. I want Godfrey to say something. I want to hear his voice. I want him to tell me why we're crying. I want his mouth pressed against my lips, and I want to know everything he's ever thought. I want to learn it all slowly. I want the ridges of his teeth.