Finna (LitenVerse, #1)

by Nino Cipri

“Like doing things my own way is the most ridiculous shit they’ve ever heard of, even though it’s the only way I’ve ever been happy.

mortänder,

is this supposed to be a swedish word? well its not.

Existence isn’t a gift, it’s a right, Jules had replied. But having to reclaim it every day makes life easier to appreciate, maybe.

“It seemed like your world was so scared of strangers and strangeness. It gets covered up, renamed, cut up until it fits into a familiar skin.

Was this her world? If it was, why did it feel so strange?

I could remind myself that somewhere in the multiverse of possibility, there existed a world where I was all of those things. Maybe it was the world that I already lived in.”

“Now the way I see it,” she said, “there are infinite universes where Jules died. And infinite universes where they’re alive. Similarly, there are worlds where you are too much of a coward to find out, and worlds where you are brave enough. So. It’s up to you: which of those worlds do we exist in right now?”

To go where she wanted, she had to get lost, and it seemed almost instinctual to do that now.

Lastly, Ursula K. Le Guin’s work opened a lot of doorways in my imagination, and she reminded us all that the paradigms of power are neither inescapable nor omnipotent. We can imagine better alternatives.

omg, they mentioned Le Guin in their acknowledgements. Dead!