I have spent quite a bit of time lately thinking about the earth's core. I imagine the middle of it is sloshing around with molten rock. I can envision a heart of slurping and splashing lava as this planet hurtles through the solar system. There are tides down there, and maybe tsunamis, of glowing red boiling rock. I also have come to terms with the fact that "the big one" will happen. That the earth will roar its terrible roar and gnash its terrible teeth and show its terrible claws. That California is going to get fucked up, and I might be here. Tonight I was working at my new job (at Cafe Du Soleil, keeping with the planetary theme!). My job is to help happy people stay happy, through wine and pastries and hot chocolate and charming conversations. So, I was sipping an espresso cup full of bordeaux, eating raspberries, pretending to chat with Jean Luc, although I could not understand him through his french accent. At that moment, an incredibly handsome man walked through the door of the cafe, wearing a marvelous green scarf. I thought to myself "Wow. I have never had such a reaction to somebodies physical appearance before! I feel like I am going to fall over!" Then everyone started cheering, and I realized there had been an earthquake. Jubilance spread through the room, I told the handsome man that his green scarf had caused the earth to move, and I continued to drink bordeaux and eat raspberries. I felt so thrilled and alive, like some one had just given me a great compliment, or I had just seen a shooting star, or I had just thrown a successful dinner party. When a thunderstorm is approaching, the air is infused with negative ions, which have positive psychological effects. I wonder if there is a similar phenomena pertaining to techtonic shifts. I feel extraordinary.
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