i want to take what's left

"but it's going to fall off!" whines the inner voice.

kate and i are standing on the very crowded bus that will ship us to bayfield. i have a feeling that if we do not get off soon, the inner voice will begin to tell me that it knows what it's like to be a sardine. as it stands, it just seems to be content to bitch about the heavy duffel bag i am lugging around.

"it's not going to fall off." i tell it.

"oh yes it is!" such vehemence.

i finally let it have its way, piling the duffel bag on an empty seat. after all, a voice in my head should deserve some kind of power, even if it isn't real power.