What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?
Jandy NelsonThe architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.
Jandy NelsonHe's bent over the strings tuning his guitar with such passionate attention I almost feel I should look away but I can't. In fact I'm full on gawking wondering what it would be like to be cool and casual and fearless and passionate and so freaking alive just like he is- and for a split second I want to play with him. I want to disturb the birds. Later as he plays and plays as all the fog burns away I think he's right. That's exactly it- I am crazy sad and somewhere deep inside all I want is to fly.
Jandy Nelson