No One Belongs Here More Than You

by Miranda July

If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for call and response.

Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone’s job.

Everyone knows that if you paint a human being entirely with house paint he will live, as long as you don’t paint the bottom of his feet. It takes only a little thing like this to kill a person.

To fall for a million years like a flute falls, musically, played by the air it is passing through. And to land with no mind, but with a heart that was breaking.

I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world. Esperanto.