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10 pages, Audible Audio
First published March 22, 2014
I think about what Cassey said, about needing hope, needing something to hold on to, and I begin to question deeply what I really want. When each day is a struggle to survive, you don’t think too much about the future. It’s no sure thing. Everyone wants to get off the streets, get a job, be one of them, cross the divide. We just don’t know how to do it. That life is separated from us by a wall of glass we’re not strong enough to break through and we can’t get a purchase on to climb over.
People let you down. It’s just what they do.
I wonder at which point you begin to lose your pride. At which point you will beg for any help you can get. At which point you will lie down in the street and hope that someone will stop instead of step over you.
But no matter how hard I try to hold on to the sensation, stay afloat on the fucking wings of it, I know it’s going to pass—the bath will get cold, we will sleep curled round one another on the hard back-room floor, we will fuck ’til we’re sore and aching and undone, and all the mornings will dawn colder and icier, and the streets will be waiting but unable to take what we have away… but they will try… because we are meant to be ephemeral, like the brilliant sparks from a fire shooting up into the dark, we are not meant to last, nothing lasts, one moment always follows another… the good, the bad, the awfully, fantastically ordinary… and in the looping darkness there’s only one thing left to hold on to….













We are meant to be ephemeral, like the brilliant sparks from a fire shooting up into the dark, we are not meant to last, nothing lasts, one moment always follows another... the good, the bad, the awfully, fantastically ordinary... and in the looping darkness there's only one thing left to hold on to
I'll never be able to waste the food in front of me. [...] I know there will always be a part of me that doesn't trust the next meal won't be my last
When you've got nowhere else to go, most people just don't want to know. They'd rather you disappeared so they can pretend yo don't exist








I've read a lot of books throughout the years. Hundreds. Probably thousands more for the rest of my life. And although I'd like to remember each story like they're my very own memory -- like glimpses of my childhood; it's just impossible. But there comes a story every once in a while in which no matter how much time has passed, or how many more characters I've met, I will still be able to remember the littlest of details; not everything though, but enough to let me feel the pinch of the things I felt while reading it. A story so powerful, it endures and persists even after reaching the end. This is one of those books.
I don't know where to start really because I'm afraid by trying to describe and explain everything the book holds and stands, I would diminish its beauty to a few words. But I also can't bear to bottle up these feelings which have been ignited by this tale. In its simplicity, it is beautiful. But not in a way where everything is painted in sunshine and butterflies. It is haunting, painful, and heartbreaking. It is a story of survival, longing, and hope.
"I think about what Cassey said, about needing hope, needing something to hold on to, and I begin to question deeply what I really want. When each day is a struggle to survive, you don't think too much about the future. It's no sure thing. Everyone wants to get off the streets, get a job, be one of them, cross the divide. We just don't know how to do it. That life is separated from us by a wall of glass we're not strong enough to break through and we can't get a purchase on to climb over.
But maybe that isn't the answer anyway. Maybe there is another way for us. Maybe we just have to step back, ignore the glass wall completely."
My heart just bleeds for all of these boys. All throughout the book, I wanted to hug them and shield them from the harshness of the world. How dare life be unfair to them and take away their innocence at such a young age. I felt tormented and helpless to see them so anguished. And yet despite everything, they're still hopeful and iridescent. I am completely at awe as to how Suki Fleet comes up with all these beautiful characters that feel so real. As if wanting you to understand and feel their pain. Reaching to you and baring their soul. And written in a way where words are very tender yet they stab you bit by bit.
It is a difficult book to read, I admit, but you can't really put it down. It contains so much angst and sadness, and yet it's very poignant and beautiful. So much unfairness and unpredictability, but so, so worth it.


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