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I.I’m not sure when the change happened, when I stopped praying for rain and started hoping for a slip of the tongue to prove my inner theories about the beauty of mistakes, the power of gentle human error. This is the summer I am seventeen and full. I make promises against my bedroom walls -- all scarlet paint and the ghosts of notes scrawled in a ( Read more... )

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MEI-MEI: "Sometimes, I'd like to think that you and I are the ones who taught each other about love. Not romantic love -- but the love that comes from loving another human being, just purely and simply."

I think these dilemmas stem in part from my continued belief that there is some kind of exalted immortality to be found in daily solitude. Not the sacrifice of a martyr, but a means to transform one's life into art -- eliminating the missteps and rewriting the silences into scenes of solidarity. In growing up, I am trying to temper the danger of ( Read more... )

❝"We aren't explained, you know, by a bad thing. Something terrible, when we're young, it can change us -- of course it can -- change the whole shape of our life. But it's still our life. Under our control. The bad thing that happened, it doesn't explain us. It is not an excuse for our life being all wrong. We can't just say, 'Well of course I'm ( Read more... )

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I speak only when I cannot manufacture a silence high enough to hide behind. But despite my brief glances and transient attention, I'm infinitely interested in the shapes you make when I'm not around. Whether you drum your fingertips (right hand, left hand, left hand, right hand) when you think on your own; how your face changes when the air sweeps ( Read more... )