People thought so differently at school. Instead of letting things come to them, sifting through invisible threads, they went out and attacked things and then dragged them back home. There was never time to wait. They shot thoughts and tied them on the rooftops of cars and trucks. People outside our tribe were hunters. People in my tribe were gardeners and carpenters. They grew things. They built things from visions. I had to learn to hunt if I wanted to live in the world, whether I liked it or not.
