September 14, 2009
Eleven is not my favorite number, or my second favorite, or third, or even fourth. Four is my favorite number, so round, yellow, nice. Four is my best friend, or friends, but that's a lie there are more than four. There are too many to count, maybe, or maybe I don't want to count. If I count then I am not alone, not nameless or faceless or free. And if I am not free, well. Well, well, well. Let's just say that if I count myself, which I don't, then I am accountable. Accountable only to myself, maybe, accountable nonetheless.