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“In the conversation, every single detail of Ottie’s dialogue: her body language, her tones, and her ways of story-telling, in a sense, are identical to how they have been briefly displayed in my dreams—dreams that I hesitate to mention and decide not to yet. Ottie brings up another topic briefly.”
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“All senses to, more or less, distract me from the thoughts that I feel knock at the door of my mind—thoughts of death. Thoughts that I cannot register without noticing a deregistration of my own self.”
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“How did he die?
The question pushes itself whilst in my mind. I want to ask her. I want to ask her so, so bad. Ottie’s mention of it in the dream: the fragments of my cognitively-created film torture me while my mother brings up Cace, over, and over, and over again, yet never fully reaching a consensus about the whole topic. What is she trying to entail? What is she thinking? I want to ask her the question. But don’t you already know the answer?” Shannen Greene |
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“Like an unanswered question: a blank space under a burning, thought-provoking question---an absence of context. An absence of explanation. An absence of knowledge---an absence of understanding.”
― Similitude
― Similitude
“All senses to, more or less, distract me from the thoughts that I feel knock at the door of my mind—thoughts of death. Thoughts that I cannot register without noticing a deregistration of my own self.”
― Similitude
― Similitude
“How did he die?
The question pushes itself whilst in my mind. I want to ask her. I want to ask her so, so bad. Ottie’s mention of it in the dream: the fragments of my cognitively-created film torture me while my mother brings up Cace, over, and over, and over again, yet never fully reaching a consensus about the whole topic. What is she trying to entail? What is she thinking?
I want to ask her the question.
But don’t you already know the answer?”
― Similitude
The question pushes itself whilst in my mind. I want to ask her. I want to ask her so, so bad. Ottie’s mention of it in the dream: the fragments of my cognitively-created film torture me while my mother brings up Cace, over, and over, and over again, yet never fully reaching a consensus about the whole topic. What is she trying to entail? What is she thinking?
I want to ask her the question.
But don’t you already know the answer?”
― Similitude
“Like an unanswered question: a blank space under a burning, thought-provoking question---an absence of context. An absence of explanation. An absence of knowledge---an absence of understanding.”
― Similitude
― Similitude
“I think of James’ approach to Juno’s sadness, and I see something that stirs within me a secondhand embarrassment. A constant asking of questions, a somewhat annoyance when Juno doesn’t answer them entirely—I cringe at it. However, it makes sense. They are twins; they live together, go home together, eat together … they are constantly around one another. For James, living with this observation that your twin sister is clearly not okay and not receiving much of an explanation for any of it must feel draining. It must be annoying; he must be fed up with the confusion it all causes. I agree—I hate the confusion caused by an absence of understanding or explanation of an issue that you’re incredibly concerned about, although the issues at hand are different: one dealing with a sibling’s depression and the other dealing with someone’s own recollection of their past.”
― Similitude
― Similitude
“How did he die?
The question pushes itself whilst in my mind. I want to ask her. I want to ask her so, so bad. Ottie’s mention of it in the dream: the fragments of my cognitively-created film torture me while my mother brings up Cace, over, and over, and over again, yet never fully reaching a consensus about the whole topic. What is she trying to entail? What is she thinking?
I want to ask her the question.
But don’t you already know the answer?”
― Similitude
The question pushes itself whilst in my mind. I want to ask her. I want to ask her so, so bad. Ottie’s mention of it in the dream: the fragments of my cognitively-created film torture me while my mother brings up Cace, over, and over, and over again, yet never fully reaching a consensus about the whole topic. What is she trying to entail? What is she thinking?
I want to ask her the question.
But don’t you already know the answer?”
― Similitude
“All senses to, more or less, distract me from the thoughts that I feel knock at the door of my mind—thoughts of death. Thoughts that I cannot register without noticing a deregistration of my own self.”
― Similitude
― Similitude
