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280 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2008
A’s mouth is moving. I’ve been working with her on a project for three months. The day I met her she introduced herself as a branding consultant, and damned if her business card didn’t say exactly that. And then she launched into a spiel about all her whoopity-do degrees, parading her education. But what I saw in her eyes was fear. I felt that same fear filling my eyes. I’ve been looking into her eyes all this time, expecting something. No dice. A thinks she’s something else. I think ignorance is the necessary condition for happiness. A has the nerve to think she’s happy. I think ignorance is the necessary condition for all misunderstanding. I know all these things, and so I am decidedly unhappy. All I see are the eyes of an animal frozen with fear. Those are the eyes I always see.He walks out of the office that evening, determined not to return, but increasingly his actions start to follow his imagination, at times in rather surreal fashion.
It’s 5:25 p.m. and the blinds are halfway down. Five big cactus plants are lined up in front of those blinds. What if I stripped A naked and beat her with the cactus on the far right, the one that looks like a club. Her glittering golden nail polish does that to me—every time they reflect the light those fingernails do a number inside my head. I want to rip out each of those fingernails. But instead I feed my imagination.
Wish I could change the way that you feelIn a scene that sets the tone for what follows, Crystal immediately starts to strangle Mina - just play strangling but enough that Mina's face contorts, her mouth gaping. Minho, as always, is smiling.
Standing with him you feel more real
Looking so sweet with all your might
Trusted in him to put it right
Holding his hand like a brand new kite
Blue eyes sparkle, open, alright
Wish I could see, the girl who'd fight
Playing and laughing and trying to show it
Running and falling and dying to know it
Staring you down with her gaze hold it
Wish I could free you but I can't don't blow it
"With all the suffering that’s already around you, it’s not easy to distinguish the suffering from the addiction from the other kinds of suffering. And so you tolerate it. You confuse the suffering that comes from addiction with the suffering that comes from life. But you never get used to it. Instead you convince yourself that life is a process of progressive pain and you grin and bear it."
"Is life getting worse and worse for kids? Was life a bed of roses for the previous generation? No one’s talking, maybe that’s the problem? Or maybe it’s that everyone looks on the sunny side of the street and pretends the shadows don’t exist?"
"baguette-shaped cloud."