“…If skin marks the border where an I ends and a You begins then that night they did all they could to cross it.”
“Stories never start at the beginning. They differ this way from life in that regard. Life is lived from birth to death, from the beginning into the unknowable future. But stories are told in hindsight. But stories are told in hindsight. Stories are life lived backward.”
Here’s a book by a book about not just a boy who hears voices from non-living things but about a mother, misdiagnosis, how society bullies us, about Earth and the disastrous threats we pose to it everyday, the simple love for jazz, his late father and how we all stop living.
It’s a sad book that makes you laugh.
If you close your eyes and concentrate and listen.
Can you hear ? Can you hear those voices trying to talk to you? 🙂
⁃ The Book of Form & Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki
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