Your Sad Eyes And Unforgettable Mouth - Plot & Excerpts
This is where they make their appearance, the demons who rise from the underworld to clutch at our ankles. It’s silver, in fact, this notebook, not kryptonite green; I remember how pleased I was with the colour when I bought it, just before we graduated—how fitting it seemed, for soon I’d be starting a new life, and who knew what splendour it would bring? You think you can change things when you’re young, that you control the plot, and if something goes wrong, that you can step over it and move on. If your raft capsizes, you can swim to shore, even make a sport of it. I did swim into this afterlife, this aftermath, but it strikes me, now and then, that I may have headed in the wrong direction. We wrote our last matriculation exam on a Friday morning in late June. I could hardly believe as I put down my pencil that I was free, absolutely free, for the rest of my life, to do as I pleased. I had picked up a velvety blue-green corduroy shirt, and I wore it everywhere. My mother had sewn two embroidered bands onto the ends of my bell-bottom jeans, and I’d found a perfect pair of leather sandals with braided straps for only three dollars.
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