#pg.83

[the-wandering-madman]

Le pregunté a mi padre cuando caminábamos.

¿Que es la vida?

Iba con una rama...golpeaba el pastizal abriendo camino...yo iba tras él...observando como el mundo se habría ante mi vista.

No es lo que uno quiere

Y seguimos caminando.

[ghs-another-world]

[bookdead]

It

wasn't like my life had changed at all, and maybe that was part of the problem. Because something inside me was different. Shifting, like a tide or sand dune. That something was growing, stretching, taking shape beneath my skin. And I wondered if very soon it might blow me apart at the seams.