,,,,,-«:^% %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ @¤%^:«-,,,
,,-«:^%¤@# #@¤%^:«-,,
,-«:^%¤@## ##@¤%^:«-,
,,-«:^%¤@# they tell me: "we are going to shrink #@¤%^:«-,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ you." i don't quite like the tone in @¤%^:«-,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ their voices, like they are restraining ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% themselves. there is a hunger in them %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,,,-«:^ and it wants me to shrink. and what ^:«-,,,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% really irks me is that so do i. %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ they give me wristbands and anklets, @¤%^:«-,,,
,,-«:^%¤@# made of some strange stone. their #@¤%^:«-,,
,-«:^%¤@## surface is swirling, like dark ##@¤%^:«-,
,,-«:^%¤@# thunderstorms trapped in glass, like #@¤%^:«-,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ windows into a smaller world, close to @¤%^:«-,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ my body so that it can see clearly ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% whats in store. %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,,,-«:^ ^:«-,,,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% they give me food: prawn-like bugs that %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ make my tongue curl with satisfaction. ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ "out of this world", i think, having no @¤%^:«-,,,
,,-«:^%¤@# frame of reference. i eat only two, but #@¤%^:«-,,
,-«:^%¤@## the bugs leave me suspiciously ##@¤%^:«-,
,,-«:^%¤@# satisfied. #@¤%^:«-,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ @¤%^:«-,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ they measure my clothes. "you are going ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% to become about half as big", they tell %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,,,-«:^ me, barely controlling themselves with ^:«-,,,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% anticipation. %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ : @¤%^:«-,,,
,,-«:^%¤@# ««« #@¤%^:«-,,
,-«:^%¤@## ----- ##@¤%^:«-,
,,-«:^%¤@# ,,,,,,,, #@¤%^:«-,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ ----- @¤%^:«-,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ ««« ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% : %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,,,-«:^ ^:«-,,,,,,
,,,,,-«:^% %^:«-,,,,,
,,,,-«:^%¤ ¤%^:«-,,,,
,,,-«:^%¤@ @¤%^:«-,,,
,,-«:^%¤@# #@¤%^:«-,,