'' There was a book Finn and I read in class the year we met about a boy who sees an apple change, but he doesn’t understand how it changed, only that it changed somehow, and later you find out that he’s seen in black and white his whole life and was perceiving the red of the apple for the first time.
I’m looking around at all these people in the basement, and it’s like I’m that boy in that book, except I’m seeing everyone as a future corpse.
All these people drinking and milling around, they are simply meat packed around skeletons. The tiniest amount of electricity—just the right amount!—runs through each of us, but it will stop someday. We will rot or be burned, but we will be disposed of in some manner.
We are all dead bodies that haven’t died yet.
The apple was always red; the boy just couldn’t see it.
I take a deep breath and look down at my own chest. I imagine my pink lungs under my white ribs, taking in the air, pushing it out, taking it in, pushing it out. I feel my fleshy heart beating, beating, working to deliver the oxygen from my lungs to my blood. I even feel my arteries pulsing, pushing, working.
I am alive.
I’ve always been alive.
But today I feel it. ''
- If only i had told her, Laura Nowlin
(Dieses Buch tut so weh T_T ich heule)