Invisible

THE BOX IS FULL OF STARS BUT THEY AREN’T THE KIND OF STARS YOU CAN MAKE WISHES ON

It is a cold day and the sky is gray and all of the benches look like they would be wet if you sat on them. Jimmy’s sitting Indian style on the carpet in our living room and he’s got all of the curtains drawn tight so that you can’t even see the sky anymore. Jimmy doesn’t look up when I walk in, he keeps on sitting with his eyes closed and humming at the top of his voice. Jimmy keeps humming some kind of indistinguishable tune and he’s moving his arms all around his body and he isn’t even looking around for me. “Hey Jimmy” I tell him, “Hey Jimmy how’s it going buddy?” Jimmy says to please hush up, Jimmy says “God, I am looking inside of myself for a song and could you please hush up.” Jimmy’s always calling me God. Ever since I moved in Jimmy’s always talking to me like I am God partly because he likes to be close to spirituality and partly because I told him I was God. I didn’t tell Jimmy what kind of God I am and he didn’t ask.

Jimmy’s got this box and he’s setting it on the floor. Jimmy says the box is full of stars but they aren’t the kind of stars you can make wishes on. Jimmy’s got this box on the floor and he keeps on kicking this little button on the box and pretty soon the whole universe is exploding out of this crazy little black box. About a billion stars are projecting onto the ceiling and on all of the walls too and Jimmy’s spinning all around. “Jimmy” I tell him, “Hey Jimmy you’ve done something beautiful.” Jimmy keeps on spinning faster and faster, he’s got his arms thrown out in each direction and his head is tilted to the sky. I tell Jimmy to stop spinning so much, I tell him to stop spinning or else he’ll get very dizzy but he is...

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...assing in this way where seconds don’t count and the only way I can even tell that time exist at all is by how many children I’ve nudge back into the whale room. I keep on nudging kids back into the whale room and feeling really good, you know happy and real small. I feel the kind of small where you feel safe but also important. I think that being this small and keeping the child wanderers safe is the best thing I have ever done in my whole life. I think that instead of trying to be big all of the time people should try to be smaller. If everyone just tried to be a little bit smaller they would be a lot happier. If people tried to be a little bit smaller the world would be a much better place. I don’t mean that people should try to be small all of the time, just sometimes, like at the Natural History Museum, or on really crowded sidewalks or maybe during parades.