Tell me about you.

I want to know what makes you tick. And what makes you tock.

Or if you do a whole different thing entirely.

How are you feeling? What are you feeling? What feelings are in you? Are there more than one? What order are they in? Are they in sealed bags or are they free to squish around inside you and bleed and blend into one another? Can you give them names? Terry, Clive, and Angela?

Are you hungry? Let’s get some sandwiches, if that’s fine. I’m hungry. We’ll eat together. If you’re not hungry you can wrap the sandwiches in foil and have them later.

Are you too hot or too cold? Or somewhere in between? Shoes on? Keep your toes all wrapped up in their socks. Or maybe let them breathe the same air as you.

Are you moving forwards, or backwards? Or sideways? Or up or down?

Do you like books? Music? Food? Dance? Buildings? Cars? Salt? Cats? Bridges? Science? Ballet? Rembrandt? Gravy? Kindness? Happiness? Bo Derek?

I want to know everything.