“I asked him the dumbest questions I could think of.”
Nervana Blesselцитирует2 года назад
I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical
Nervana Blesselцитирует2 года назад
Mother called it “the art of shutting up.”
Nervana Blesselцитирует2 года назад
They were far away. Dwarfed by the mountain, hushed by the wind
Nervana Blesselцитирует2 года назад
Ain’t nothin’ funnier than real life, I tell you what
b0532204923цитирует2 года назад
I had grown up preparing for the Days of Abomination, watching for the sun to darken, for the moon to drip as if with blood.
b0532204923цитирует2 года назад
I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical
b0532204923цитирует2 года назад
believed my family was a part of this immortal pattern, that we were, in some sense, eternal.
b8001871515цитируетв прошлом году
am only seven, but I understand that it is this fact, more than any other, that makes my family different: we don’t go to school.
b8001871515цитируетв прошлом году
Dad worries that the Government will force us to go but it can’t, because it doesn’t know about us. Four of my parents’ seven children don’t have birth certificates.