It's first semester Freshman year. I'm sitting in the basement of the campus library with two friends, Kitsune and Neo; somehow, we start talking about books, so I toss out a title: Fahrenheit 451, one of my favorites. "That book should be burned," Kitsune grumbles sullenly. And I laugh. It was a clever joke: burn the book about burning books. But when I meet Neo's eye, he has a different reaction.
"I don't think she's kidding," he says quietly.
I turn back to Kitsune for answers, and she's staring at me pointedly. "You weren't serious, were you?" I ask, surprised.
"Yeah, I was."
Suddenly, its not funny so much as it is ironic.