Status Updates From Fugitive Pieces

"History is the poisoned well, seeping into the ground water. It's not the unknown past we're doomed to repeat, but the past we know. Every recorded event is a brick of potential, of precedent, thrown into the future. Eventually the idea will hit someone in the back of the head. This is the duplicity of history: an idea recorded will become an idea resurrected. Out of fertile ground, the compost of history."

Hmm…Jakob you are a bit toxic. Your trauma unveils itself at the attempt to love. You fail to communicate. My heart aches at his tragic loss and unrelenting grief, yet my hand reaches out for Alex and her dismissal. It was unfair, and there is absolutely no excuse, regardless of how lost he feels. *Sigh*

This section is devastatingly beautiful. I’m shocked in the best way possible. I love it. Jakob’s thoughts feel intimate and true. The language doesn’t feel forced, which feels like a contradiction to his own insecurities. I’m hooked as a reader. Jakob is finding himself.