I used to think the only options were the world under the lake and the world above it, good moments in my brain and bad moments in my brain, parts of me worth keeping and parts worth forgetting. But maybe that makes as little sense as thinking there’s only boy and girl and nothing in between. I’m proof of what exists between, and so is Lore, and everyone like us, just like the world under the lake is proof that there’s something between air and water.
