Book Passion by Belinda Subraman
I dreamed I was eating a book. It was made from 8” by 12” slabs one inch deep. It tasted like cheese but cut like watercress. as I chewed I understood. As I looked around others were reading the same title but in the regular way I couldn’t determine which was best, eyes only or digesting it my way. Others began to notice me and stare. Made me feel queer. I was in a restaurant though, a fitting place to eat and drink so I ordered bourbon and I kept on chewing. I realized their eyes would never make them full.
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