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Alone With You in the Ether Alone With You in the Ether by Olivie Blake
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“Of course it is! Everything is uncertain, he and she both know that by now, but there is a smaller certainty within all of the uncertainty, which is: The Truth.
And what, he asks, is The Truth?
That she will keep turning corners until she finds him.”
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“Don’t worry, you’ll fit perfectly, he thought. Don’t worry, there’s nothing here for you to break.”
Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether
“Whatever you are made of Charlotte Regan, I am made of it, too.”
Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether
“He’s not letting her get away with that.
Well fine, maybe she’ll just leave then, she has her own apartment, she hardly needs to sleep here, and besides, maybe he’s being nosy.
Maybe he is but she started it, and she can leave any time if she wants to, so long as she comes back.
Fine, but only because he said that last bit. She’s tired of people telling her she’s free to leave, she hates it.
He doesn’t want her to leave at all but there’s a whole thing in the rulebook about letting people have agency. ‘If it’s meant to be’ and all that.
She thinks that’s bullshit, can’t people just hold on?
He agrees.”
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“started to call it a weakness. She takes some pride in their misconceptions; it means people can always be fooled.”
Olivie Blake, Alone with You in the Ether
“She'd stopped wearing makeup around him and it was a beautiful, destructive thing, seeing her eyes so clearly.”
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“Oh, good," she said when she woke to the sight of him, and that's what he thinks while he kisses her.
Oh, good. It's you.”
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“”
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“No, say it. I want you to say everything, anything. I want to have your thoughts, I want to bottle them, I want to put them in my drawer for safekeeping.”
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“No, say it.' I want you to say everything, anything. I
want to have your thoughts, I want to bottle them, I want to
put them in my drawer for safekeeping.”
Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether
“No, say it.' I want you to say everything, anything. I want to have your thoughts, I want to bottle them, I want to put them in my drawer for safekeeping.”
Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether
“Every time a pill sat in Regan's palm she suffered some new strangulation; a faint memory of some distant need to force her heart to race. She'd crave a senseless rage, a dried-up sob, a psychotic joy, but only find pulse after pulse of nothing.
Without the volatility of her extremes, what was she?
'Managed,' she'd said.”
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“The thing about pills, Regan wanted to say to the doctor who had clearly never taken any, was that the ups and downs still happened; they were just different now, contained within brackets of limitation. Some inner lawlessness was still there, screeching for a higher high and clawing for a lower low, but ultimately the pills were loose restraints, a method of numbly shrinking.”
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“I WAS WONDERING WHEN
you were going to turn up again,
99
Regan said.
She had tucked her hair neatly
behind one ear, angling herself
towards him as he approached her.
She had a way of doing that, Aldo
thought; of inviting him into the
geography of the conversation. He
wondered how quickly in life she
had learned that people wanted to
be invited in.”
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“Bye,' said his mouth, and then he was gone.”
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“why why why? The effort of asking herself felt like the loneliest thing of all, and the silence that followed was deafening.”
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“To you, my fellow mortals with your gorgeous little fractures: Your crazy is your magic. Your wildness is what makes you. Resilience is your talent. Burn, but don’t burn out. As always, it has been my honor to put these words down for you. I hope you enjoyed the story, and above all else, I hope it brought you something true. xx, Olivie”
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“Every time you love, pieces of you break off and get replaced by something you steal from someone else.”
Olivie Blake, Alone with You in the Ether
“Charlotte Regan, Aldo realized, loved change, unhealthily. She loved it like an obsession, like infatuation. With change she had an ongoing affair, and perhaps it had been neutralized for a time with pills and psychotherapy but underneath it all, the little monster that was her soul was clawing for it, and it had been Aldo who’d hauled it out again.”
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“She was gratified he didn’t say you’ll like it. That was one of her least favorite phrases; it was always unwisely assured. She hated all scenarios preceding the assumption that someone could predict her taste. Either they thought it universal enough that she could be lumped in with masses or they thought (usually incorrectly) that they understood her specific needs, and she wasn’t sure which crime was worse.”
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“this and this and this.”
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“THE NARRATOR: Foreshadowing, baby!”
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“He woke me up, she wanted to scream; he woke me, and for that I will always rely on him, I will be to him what he is to math, and can’t you see how fragile that is? Can’t you see how intangibly I exist, and how perilously? Can’t you see that I—the me that I am right now, sitting here with you at this moment—am a figment of his imagination? He dreamt me into being. He can always undream me, unbelieve me. He can unmask me, and then what will be left? Will I always fear him as much as I love him? Will I always be only one half of his whole? What are soulmates, and am I one, or am I just a parasite, a leech, a cancer that spreads and takes hold and takes pleasure in choking us both?”
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“I have to tell myself, every day, get up. Get up, do this, move like this, talk to people, be normal, try to be social, be nice, be patient. On the inside I just feel like, I don’t know, nothing. Like I’m just an algorithm that someone put in place.”
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“Flaws, she thought, were just vacancies to be filled.”
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“When Aldo spoke of Regan his voice had a tendency to change, illumination rising near his cheeks. “You should see her work,” he would say the same way someone else might have said: Come outside, come look at the stars.”
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“Green was an interesting color. It had so many connotations, so many forms. Sometimes it was brilliant in emerald, sometimes muddied and dull. Sometimes green could be so dark it looked black at first glance, or at least like a shade far darker than it was. This dress was the latter. Difficult to place, though in certain rays of light it became intensely obvious; green, definitely green; so green it was incomprehensible that it might be perceived as something else, or that others could fail to notice. Green in the light of an armory. Green against the backdrop of a church. Green over drinks, over cake, over trivialities. Green in his reflection, staring back at her, his fingers penitently wrapped around her calf.”
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“Art isn’t about explaining shit,' she said, coughing once. 'It’s about sharing things—experiences, feelings. Art is something we do to feel human, not because we are.”
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“Was it contrived, god descending from machine, or was it because she had been vacant where he was vacant, and therefore both would inevitably seek to be filled?”
Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether
“Art isn’t about explaining shit,” she said, coughing once. “It’s about sharing things—experiences, feelings. Art is something we do to feel human, not because we are.”
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