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Markus Zusak

  • val ☽цитирует9 месяцев назад
    why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from? Which brings me to my next point. Its the leftover humans. The survivors. Theyre the ones I cant stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail
  • val ☽цитирует9 месяцев назад
    When I glanced back at the plane, the pilots open mouth appeared to be smiling. A final dirty joke. Another human punch line.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    Where are my manners?

    I could introduce myself properly, but its not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

    Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I seethe whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    As Ive been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope, considering the length of time Ive been performing this job. The trouble is, who could ever replace me? Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody, which has prompted me to make a conscious, deliberate decisionto make distraction my vacation. Needless to say, I vacation in increments. In colors.

    Still, its possible that you might be asking, why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from?

    Which brings me to my next point.

    Its the leftover humans.

    The survivors.

    Theyre the ones I cant stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. Its the story of one of those perpetual survivorsan expert at being left behind.

    Its just a small story really, about, among other things:

    A girl
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    There was one mother and her daughter.

    One corpse.

    The mother, the girl, and the corpse remained stubborn and silent.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    I studied the blinding, white-snow sky who stood at the window of the moving train. I practically inhaled it, but still, I wavered. I buckledI became interested. In the girl. Curiosity got the better of me, and I resigned myself to stay as long as my schedule allowed, and I watched.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирует2 года назад
    Next is a signature black, to show the poles of my versatility, if you like. It was the darkest moment before the dawn.
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