D E L I R I U Mtrilogy: locations → T h e W i l d s
Trees close in around us, l e a v e s and b u s h e s press on me from all sides, brushing my face and shins and shoulders like t h o u s a n d s of dark hands, and from all around me a strange cacophony starts up, of fluttering things and owls hooting and animals scrabbling in the underbrush. The air smells so thickly of flowers and life it feels t e x t u r e d, like a curtain you could pull apart.
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.
Y en ese momento sé por qué inventaron palabras para nombrar el amor, por qué tuvieron que hacerlo. Es lo único que sirve para describir lo que siento ahora, esta mezcla desconcertante de dolor y placer, de miedo y alegría, que me recorre apresuradamente.
And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It’s the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.
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.