READ IN 2018: wonders of the invisible world, by christopher barzak
You can’t outrun death. But sometimes you can make him take off his hat to stay a while and listen.
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READ IN 2018: wonders of the invisible world, by christopher barzak
You can’t outrun death. But sometimes you can make him take off his hat to stay a while and listen.
But what other people saw wasn’t necessarily the truth. And in the end it was the one truly and totally not-normal thing about me—the kind of sight I’d been born with—that helped me to understand and forgive the people who couldn’t look at Jarrod and me and see us for who we were: just two people in love.
lgbtq+ novels | wonders of the invisible world
here's the thing: we're all as thin as paper. like those paper people you used to find in old children's magazines, inhabiting a two-page spread with other paper people, all of them hanging out somewhere together-at the park, at church, at school, at the mall, on the family room-until some kid took a pair of scissors to the dotted lines surrounding them and cut them out of their paper world. that's us, that's anyone. that was me. a cut-out paper person removed from the world i once belonged to.
“Yes,” he said, low down in his throat, like he didn’t want any argument about it. And then the fog of my question began to evaporate, the air to clear between us. “That’s what we are.”
Between us, we had the present, and we were not surprised at all to be happy with that, to be happy with now, to be happy with nothing more than now.
Here's the thing: we're all as thin as paper. Like those paper people you used to find in old children's magazines, inhabiting a two-page spread with other paper people, all of them hanging out somewhere together-at the park, at church, at school, at the mall, on the family room-until some kid took a pair of scissors to the dotted lines surrounding them and cut them out of their paper world. That's us, that's anyone. That was me. A cut-out paper person removed from the world I once belonged to.
Wonders of the Invisible World, Christopher Barzak