I like boys on swings, and girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows. I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like water caught in spiders webs. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who don’t smile, ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on. I love food. In some ways I love everything because its less, less of a thing than like, less distinct, less particular. I like things that I like but I LOVE everything. There’s more choice in like. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much I feel like I can float away… I don’t know what you mean about things I hate. I hate shoes. I hate people who change their voices when they say something important. I hate my thighs. I hate war. I hate swimming costumes that cling. I hate dripping taps. But.. I also sort of love dripping taps. I hate invitations. I hate radiators. I hate this. Wow.