Maybe it would be better if we didn’t love. If we didn’t lose either. If we didn’t get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn’t have to patch and repatch until we’re like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow.
D E L I R I U Mtrilogy: locations → Back Cove, East End Beach
My sister used to stay on the s h o r e and build sand c a s t l e s, and we would pretend that they were real cities, like we’d s w u m all the way to the other side of the world, to the u n c u r e d places.
D E L I R I U Mtrilogy: locations → 3 7 B r o o k s
The best part of 37 Brooks is the garden in the back. An enormous overgrown lawn winds between ancient trees, so thick andgnarled and knotted their arms twist overhead and form a canopy. The sunlight filters through the trees and spots the grass a pale white.
But somehow it’s not gross or frightening. Somehow it’s kind of nice, and it makes me think of woods and endless cycles of growth and death and regrowth -like what we’re really hearing is the house folding down around us, centimeter by centimeter.
“You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear.“
“I hadn’t been to watch the birds at the border in years. But that’s what you reminded me of. You were jumping up, and you were yelling something, and your hair was coming loose from your ponytail, and you were so fast. Just a flash, and then you were gone. Exactly like a bird. Everyone is asleep. They’ve been asleep for years. You seemed… awake.”