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“This morning I awoke to the realization that I'd been living my life within a parenthetical statement. It was a pathetic situation, more so since I'd suddenly become aware of how trapped I was within my own punctuation.”
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“The city overwhelmed me. Every day I’d walk by hundreds of strangers, compete for space in crowded coffee shops, and stand shoulder to shoulder on packed subway cars. I’d scan profiles, learning that the woman waiting for the N enjoyed thrash-hop, and the barista at my local coffee shop loved salted caramel. I’d had a couple fleeting relationships, but mostly I’d spend weekends going to bars and sleeping with people who knew little more than my username. It all made me want to turn off my layers, go back to the old days, and stay disconnected. But you do that and you become another old guy buried in an e-reader, complaining about how no one sends emails anymore.”
― Children of the New World
― Children of the New World
“What I didn’t want: a low-octane life of draining jobs, counting the days till I’d have time to
mow the lawn again, counting the weeks till I could afford some plastic, beach-chair
vacation, counting the years till retirement when I’d be too old to enjoy it.
I was from a place built off those blueprints, where sprinklers went off in the
morning and whole neighborhoods became ghost towns during work hours.
I’d look out at all those empty houses, the exhausted adults returning home, the
whole sorry bunch living at low throttle, and it seemed like death. I wanted to
see the stars over Kilimanjaro, the sunrise after sleeping at the base of a killer
range, to breathe powder. You can stand on the peak of the world, knowing
you’re about to drop into the mouth of a canyon sculpted by wind, and if you
die, at least you die by your own rules. That’s why I gave my life to extreme
sports.”
― Children of the New World
mow the lawn again, counting the weeks till I could afford some plastic, beach-chair
vacation, counting the years till retirement when I’d be too old to enjoy it.
I was from a place built off those blueprints, where sprinklers went off in the
morning and whole neighborhoods became ghost towns during work hours.
I’d look out at all those empty houses, the exhausted adults returning home, the
whole sorry bunch living at low throttle, and it seemed like death. I wanted to
see the stars over Kilimanjaro, the sunrise after sleeping at the base of a killer
range, to breathe powder. You can stand on the peak of the world, knowing
you’re about to drop into the mouth of a canyon sculpted by wind, and if you
die, at least you die by your own rules. That’s why I gave my life to extreme
sports.”
― Children of the New World
“it gross to eat worms?” Sam smiles. “Kinda. Sorta like spaghetti that kept wiggling.” “Ew!” she says, scrunching her nose, and gives him a hug. Over his shoulder she mouths”
― Children of the New World
― Children of the New World
