A Perfectly Normal Tourist Experience

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Person 1: Holy shit, there’s a person standing on top of that building.

Person 2: Holy—damn, you’re not kidding. Except he or she… they? Looks weird.

Person 1: Yeah. I see a face.

Person 2: Same. And a giant heart underneath it.

Person 1: Where’s the rest of his body?

Person 2: Yep. Wait is it a him? Oh yeah it’s a him. I see it now.

Person 1: He has no other body parts. Just a face and a heart. WTF.

Person 2: Is he trying to jump?

Person 1: He’s definitely looking down at us. He’s smiling.
(beat)
Now he’s panicking.

Person 2: Oh god. I can see his heart pounding. Like… aggressively.
What the fuck is this?

Person 1: I just wanted to see the Empire State Building.

Person 2: Should we call for help?

Person 1: OH SHIT. HE’S JUMPING.

Person 2: Wh—what the—
Why is he falling in slow motion?

Person 1: He’s not falling. He’s… hovering.

Person 2: He’s fully freaking out.
But also—
He's... fine?

Person 1: I don’t want to catch him.

Person 2: Ew gross. Why would we?

Person 1: I don’t know how to catch an internal organ attached to a face.

Person 2: Jesus Christ.

Person 1: Yeah. Let’s go.

Person 2: Yep.

(They leave. They both order Chipotle bowls.)

The disembodied body floats gently to the ground.
The face exhales.
The heart slows.
Everything softens.

He looks directly at you.

Not scared.
Not urgent.
Just open.

He offers you his heart.

Will you catch it?

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