#tusereri

and then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. i’m that kind.

“you’re stupid about a lot of things, wylan, but you are not stupid. and if i ever hear you call yourself a moron again, i’m going to tell matthias you tried to kiss nina. with tongue.” wylan wiped his nose on his sleeve. “he’ll never believe it.” “then i’ll tell nina you tried to kiss matthias. with tongue.

“do you know what van eck’s problem is?” “no honor?” said matthias. “rotten parenting skills?” said nina. “receding hairline?” offered jesper. “no. too much to lose.”

you see, some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled - not with all the good food or sunshine in the world. that emptiness cannot be banished, and so some days we wake with the feeling of the wind blowing through, and we must simply endure it as the boy did.