likeness (n).

 

I’m 99.9% sure you’re not Chris Martin, but if you told me you were one in the same I’d believe you wholeheartedly. You look as kind and tortured as I imagine he would be, sitting across the restaurant in your twin computer to mine and looking pensively at the screen with hair ajar and wiry.

Thank you for brightening my day, for in the duration of the hour we’ve spent across from each other, we are in London East side or perhaps near Pickadilly Circus or Covent Garden, and I’m working on my second novel and soon maybe I’ll go over and say “Chris, how could we ever have it any better than this?”

 

Posted on September 19, 2012 and filed under the word project-.