I like tickling people older than me. My heart feels a predatory thrill, as if when they buck, flush, and curl up in laughter, they transform into a glowing universe wracked by seizures, but only six years old. It somehow evens the balance to have a glimpse into Them As Children, from before they ever knew about sex or even thought of themselves as people, let alone adults, people living ten or twenty years ahead of me.
Tomorrow, like today, I will be on set.