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“His hands were created to be cold and destructive; to be deadly towards whatever stopped him from accomplishing his mission. And yet, when they rest upon you, they’re warm and sentient”

anyone 6'0 or taller: stands near me

“Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can’t get out of it on your own […] You can’t get out of childhood, and it clings to you like a bad smell. You notice it in other children - each childhood has its own smell. You don’t recognize your own and sometimes you’re afraid that it’s worse than others’. You’re standing talking to another girl whose childhood smells of coal and ashes, and suddenly she takes a step back because she has noticed the terrible stink of your childhood. On the sly, you observe the adults whose childhood lies inside them, torn and full of holes like a used and moth-eaten rug no one thinks about anymore or has any use for. You can’t tell by looking at them that they’ve had a childhood, and you don’t dare ask how they managed to make it through without their faces getting deeply scarred and marked by it. You suspect that they’ve used some secret shortcut and donned their adult form many years ahead of time. They did it one day when they were home alone and their childhood lay like three bands of iron around their heart, like Iron Hans in Grimms’ fairy tale, whose bands broke only when his master was freed. But you don’t know such a shortcut, childhood must be endured and trudged through hour by hour, through an absolutely interminable number of years”

“It spins like a wheel inside you: green yellow, green blue, / green beautiful green. / It’s simple: it isn’t over, it’s just begun. It’s green. It’s still green.”