I like boys on swings and girls on skateboards. I like babies in highchairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows; I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like water caught in spiders’ webs. I like wearing all my clothes all at once. I like people who don’t smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on. I love food.
In some ways, I love everything. ‘Cause it’s less… a sort of a thing, like… less distinct, less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in ‘like’. ‘Cause even the worse things have things to love in them. I love things so much I feel like I can float away. That’s wrong.
I don’t understand that so much. I don’t know what you mean by things I hate. I hate shoes. I hate people who change their voices when they say something important. I hate my thighs. I hate war. I hate swimming costumes that cling. I hate dripping taps… but, I also sort of love dripping taps. I hate imitations. I hate radiators. I hate THIS.