[b]Jonathan Safran Foer
There is nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.[/b]
Like we even can.
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families, and our friends, and even the people who aren’t on our lists, people we’ve never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe. But I knew that there couldn’t be pockets that enormous. In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.
Or, instead, he could just get to the point.
At the end of my dream, Eve put the apple back on the branch. The tree went back into the ground. It became a sapling, which became a seed.
Was that before or after the Big Bang?
I asked her why she was getting so upset about such a small thing. She said, ‘It doesn’t feel small to me.’
And who among us hasn’t been there?
Without context, we’d all be monsters.
Among other things, define monsters.
I went to the lobby and asked Stan what he knew about the person who lived in 6A.
He said 'Never seen anyone go in or come out. Just a lot of deliveries and a lot of trash.
Cool.
He leaned down and whispered Haunted.
I whispered back I don’t believe in the paranormal.
He said Ghosts don’t care if you believe in them.
I walked back up the steps, this time past our floor and to the sixth. There was a mat in front of the door which said ‘welcome’ in twelve different languages. That didn’t seem like something a ghost would put in front of his apartment.
Casper, maybe.