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“I am always looking for the thing that makes people different from each other. Most people want to belong, to look like someone they’ve seen, to be like other people. I don’t. I like the distance, and the thinking I do from there.”
““What’s wrong with just red?” “There’s no such thing as just red.” She stares at me blankly, like we are not speaking the same language. “There’s apple red,” I insist, “cherry red, pen red, sexy red, demure red, pale red, lipstick red, shy red, hot red, blood red, car-brake red, swimsuit red, New Year’s red, strawberry red, wet-paint red, gummy red, rose red, flower red—now rose is a flower but it’s not flower red, it’s its own red, rose red. Then there are other shades of red like orange red, purple red, blue red, yellow red …””
“I feel my heart beat in my chest like there’s a pigeon pecking at me from the inside. I know someone out there wants me.”
“I am always looking for the thing that makes people different from each other. Most people want to belong, to look like someone they’ve seen, to be like other people. I don’t. I like the distance, and the thinking I do from there.”
“I feel my heart beat in my chest like there’s a pigeon pecking at me from the inside. I know someone out there wants me.”
“I am always looking for the thing that makes people different from each other. Most people want to belong, to look like someone they’ve seen, to be like other people. I don’t. I like the distance, and the thinking I do from there.”