It s Not Chaos
‘It’s not chaos…’ he interrupted. All eyes turned to him, hinging on that one word: ‘not.’ ‘Explain’ we said without words, letting our eyes goad him back into speech. He looked nervous. His hands twittered at his sides, and he stood up slowly, clearing his throat as he did. ‘Its not chaos’ he began, stopping to clear his throat again, ‘have you ever juggled? No? No. of course not. Let me explain.’ We waited through another round of phlegm reduction. ‘When you juggle, you wait till at...