standing on the edge with nothing.: Birdsong.

It feels like a lifetime ago that I read this book. I'm glad it's on the BBC now.

CARBY fan forever;

Abby: Chaos Theory?
Carter: Yeah, a virus mutates in the Congo. We evacuate an ER in Chicago. Romano gets his arm cut off.
Abby: You lost me.
Carter: Seemingly random events, all part of a larger equation.
Abby: I'm hot.
Carter: You know, a butterfly flaps its wings in China, and creates a tornado halfway around the world.
Abby: Are you hot?
Carter: I'm just saying that there's an inherent unpredictability about everything-- evolution, life. Love, relationships.
Abby: So what am I? The butterfly or tornado
Carter: No, you're chaos in general
Abby: Oh, thanks.
Carter: No, I'm just saying, you're chaos to me. The unknown. I'm chaos to you.
Abby: You are hardly chaos, Carter.
Carter: I'm just saying there's a risk in anything that you do, right? But don't you want to stack the odds in your favor? I mean, I'm drawn to you. It's kind of that simple. I've been drawn to you for two years, but chaos always seems to rule, and I don't want it to rule. I want to know where it's taking me. You know what I mean?
Abby: Nope.
Carter: The tornado. Definitely the tornado.

standing on the edge with nothing.

Sunday, 29 January 2012

Birdsong.

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