i met pedro in the air. he was collecting letters. he was assembling pieces of cloud.
i told pedro about the oldest form of human-carrying flight technology. he told me about a fire-starter in his village. she had a flame halo.
pedro went away to discover new fire words. “there should be a word for every kind of fire that exists” he said.
“there is a flame in this hot air balloon” i said.
“humans have explored the entire horizontal world, but they rarely think to explore vertically,” i said.
pedro and i are in love.
i taught pedro about how the oldest form of human-carrying flight technology started with floating eggshells and airborne lanterns. pieces of things went into the air before humans went into the air. birds are not included in this.
“people think too much about birds” pedro said.
i think too much about people. the tree line looks like a silver dollar when it reflects the sun. it makes the shape of a man’s face.
pedro is not even writing a new language. he is confused. he thinks he is in school right now. he thinks the air is a chalkboard.
“i am on my 49th word for fire!” pedro said.
i am going to throw pedro overboard. pedro and i are not in love.