[Dirk gives a little huff of laughter, hunching his shoulders as though they've just shared some kind of moment, an inside joke -- or as though he's quite aware he's being particularly silly, and is absurdly delighted by it.]
I expect they must have fairytales. Things can always get weirder.
[This he says with absolute conviction. Dirk's life rarely stops getting weirder, as it happens.]
Or maybe they've gone so far that it just slips right back 'round again and they tell children loads of stories about desk jobs and toasters and things.
[Utterly mundane things, that is, which he might also like to write about, given some of them are still so utterly foreign to him. It's all a matter of perspective.]
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[Dirk gives a little huff of laughter, hunching his shoulders as though they've just shared some kind of moment, an inside joke -- or as though he's quite aware he's being particularly silly, and is absurdly delighted by it.]
I expect they must have fairytales. Things can always get weirder.
[This he says with absolute conviction. Dirk's life rarely stops getting weirder, as it happens.]
Or maybe they've gone so far that it just slips right back 'round again and they tell children loads of stories about desk jobs and toasters and things.
[Utterly mundane things, that is, which he might also like to write about, given some of them are still so utterly foreign to him. It's all a matter of perspective.]