You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the footwear. Globalization ended that.
You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the footwear. Globalization ended that.
Chunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.
Lefty, who'd been observing all the ways Greece had been handed down to America, arrived now at where the transmission stopped. In other words: the future. He stepped off to meet it. Desdemona, having no alternative, followed.
The last thing the hockey ball symbolized was Time itself, the unstoppability of it, the way we're chained to our bodies, which are chained to Time.
Dr. Philbosian smelled like an old couch, of hair oil and spilled soup, of unscheduled naps.
Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling.
The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.
Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.
My change from girl to boy was far less dramatic than the distance anybody travels from infancy to adulthood.
The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.
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