Friday, February 6, 2015

Chapter 3

“Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York was in heavy boots.” This quote was so heartbreaking.

“I printed out some of the pictures I found—a shark attacking a girl getting a blowjob from her normal boyfriend, a soldier getting his head cut off in Iraq, the place on the wall where a famous stolen painting used hang—and I put them in Stuff That Happened to Me, my scrapbook of everything that happened to me.” All those pictures are vulnerable.

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