When they were in school, Peter used to say that everything you do is a self-portrait.
According to Fertility Hollis, there is no chaos.
There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns.
The night before I left home, my big brother told me everything he knew about the outside world.
In the outside world, he said, women had the power to change the color of their hair. And their eyes. And their lips.
To calm this girl down, to get her to listen, I tell her the story about my fish. This is fish number six-hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish.
“… when you think about it, there’s no good reason to do anything.”
There is no point.
People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe, organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.
The tears were really coming now, and one fat stripe rolled along the barrel of the gun and down the loop around the trigger to burst flat against my index finger.