More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The truth was that the world they were imagining would never include them.
As if it were that easy, as if love were something you deserved and didn’t have to scramble to earn.
It didn’t make a difference what was behind a rope, really, it just mattered that there was a rope.
They had already absorbed whatever information existed about how they should be in the world, what was correct.
Maybe she was the ghost she had always imagined herself to be. Maybe it was a relief.
Hundreds of years ago, their parents might have abandoned their babies in the woods. Instead, the neglect was stretched out over many years, a slow-motion withering. The kids were still abandoned, still neglected in the woods, but the forest was lovely.
Did she love him, in that moment? Something like it.
But maybe some things could never be erased. Maybe they tinted some cellular level of your experience, and even if you scraped away whatever part was on the surface, the rot had already gotten beneath.
