spoke with his hand in front of his mouth bc he was embarrassed by how supernaturally white his teeth were
kept a vase of flowers on his writing desk to neutralize the smell of his ashtray
had a passion for interior design and aesthetics—his drawing room was painted blue and covered in dragons, he even pressed feathers into the plaster to make it look cool
the kids at his school called him “grey crow”
one of the reasons he didn’t commit suicide was bc he was afraid he would go to hell for it
his favorite word was ivory
his last words were “i am in a duel to the death with this wallpaper, one of us has got to go”
his grave, in paris, has become the target of mass quantities of lipstick kisses. no lie. it’s literally covered in lipstick stains. and a sphinx. he also asked to be buried with his former lover’s ashes
What food do you despise the most?
I eat pretty much anything, but smaller versions of larger things freak
me out. Like poussins. Also the idea of a chicken omelette, that’s like
eating mother and baby together.
“The problem had to be with him, FN-2187 thought. That was the only explanation. It was what everyone had been saying all along, after all. He was different. Maybe he was so different he was broken. So he would work to fix it, to be a real stormtrooper, to be one of them. That was, he thought, what he wanted most of all.Not to be alone.”