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'cause i know that it’s delicate.

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i know it hurts.

so make it worth the pain.

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Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

directions

you have sixty minutes to complete this test. not a minute more, not a minute less. follow the damn rules, for once. answer every question to the best of your ability. if the question is too difficult or even unanswerable, raise your hand and someone will come. (will someone really help? you can never know.) if you need a drink of water, exit the room and enter the first door on your left. try not to drown, the water fountain leaks.

question 1

which of the following is not like the others?

a) i peer out of the window of my car, road rules be damned. we’re hitting seventy, maybe eighty, and it almost feels like the wind is trying to blow me out of the car and away, away, away. maybe i want it to.

b) the grass feels warm and supple beneath my bare legs, and i pluck out a dandelion. the earth sighs, but i do not hear. as i draw breath, the wind does my job for me, and the wisps have floated away. i never got to make a wish.

c) i’m at the very top of the rollercoaster, and i’m staring down at the fall before me. the wind tips us over, and i’m light as a feather and i’m falling, and i’m not falling anymore, i’m flying, and my wings skim the top of the lake and i fall again.

d) i’m looking at you again, and the wind seems to have found a home in your eyes. a light wind could blow me away, and maybe it does; maybe i’m as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in the wind and just as empty, maybe the sound of the wind against my fingertips is home.

e) the wind is my home, the wind is where i am safe, the wind is all i can hear and my world is disappearing with the wind and my heart is shattering and the pieces are floating away in the wind and there’s something thumping against my chest and it’s the wind; the wind is all i know.

question 2

order the following events in chronological order:

- there is nothing here to find. - not all wars are cold. - i can see empires beyond the horizon line. - life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. - the only part of me not buried in ash is you. - the guillotine falls again and again and again. - there is smoke in the air and smoke inside me. - i sign myself away with a stroke of a quill. - our monuments have all crumbled. - we notch our arrows and let fly our bullets. - rise up, rise up, rise up. - how did this happen?

question 3

identify which of the following statements are true and which are false:

i. when i bite the my lips i taste blood ii. when i bite yours i taste ichor iii. did you fall from the sky to meet me? iv. or did i rise from the earth to find you? v. yes, i can see it now, i can see it all vi. maybe that’s why everything you touch turns to gold vii. and everything i touch shatters

question 4

is there a right answer for anything? or is it just the stars whispering nonsense in your ears, trying to watch you explode like they themselves did so many billions of years ago? is it just the rain hitting the paper? or is it the ink from your standardized 0.7 pilot gel pen spilling out in quicksilver rivulets all around you?

(use mla citations, and use the space below - all 93 billion light-years of space provided must be utilized.)

you have completed the test. congratulations.

this was the easy part. step outside the door to your right, and face the world again. that’s the hard part.

- the final // s.g

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1. there’s a special arrogance that comes with youth: the belief that you are invincible, are immortal. it’s the sort of thing that comes with not having to fear death, those few, precious moments where you feel like you’re on top of the world.

2. i told myself i would stay like this forever—young, hopeful, so full of dreams that i don’t know which to pursue first. but the sun rises each morning, sets every night, and what do i have to show for it? this stagnant existence of mine is an act of defiance, one i’ll no doubt be punished for when time catches up to me.

3. hours and days slip through my outstretched hands like grains of sand. i spend too long trying to collect the ones that have fallen, only to drown in the ones still descending.

— adomania // MH