Beth had been a middle school science teacher and Joni was a librarian and they both had collections of weird stuff they had found. Bizarre, misspelled letters written by lovelorn eighth graders. Obscene Polaroids left in between the pages of library books. They used to call each other on the phone to share their latest discovery, and Critter had always remained a little off to the side, never feeling quite as sharp or ironic as they were. Critter was an electrician, primarily home repair, and so he didn't usually come across anything except bad wiring and faulty lighting fixtures.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: bizarre collections polaroids
Hesitantly, I touched the stump where my finger used to be. In my mind, something almost remembered itself, but the fumes of turpentine were making me a little lightheaded; whatever memory was on the verge of coughing itself up was gone even before it materialized. Out the window, I could see a squirrel was stumbling erratically around in circles underneath the old basketball net. Then I realized that it wasn't a squirrel; it was a brown paper bag.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: memory squirrel finger
It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.
Dan ChaonOutside, the sleet had gotten thicker. You could hear it pebbling against the large glass windows, you could see it swirling wildly through the spotlights of street lamps. It was the kind of night when you might expect to see a skeleton flying through the air, its ragged black shroud flapping in the wind.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: windows night skeleton sleet
Even when our death is imminent, we carry the image of ourselves moving forward, alive, into the future.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: death image carry
There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium, and that person who you once were is merely a fond acquaintance, or a beloved character from a storybook. This is how memory becomes nostalgia. They are two very different things - the same way that a person is different from a photograph of a person.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: nostalgia character photograph
You really romanticize the white-trash period of your life,' Rain once said to me, which I thought was a little hurtful but perhaps true.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: true hurtful romanticize white-trash
He had built his own future brick by brick around himself but there were no doors or windows, at least that was the way it seemed at the time he had thought to himself, I am locked in, it was like one of those ghost stories where you wake up and you are sealed in a coffin.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: future coffin brick ghost-stories
You could say that they were sweet, or you could say that they were something out of a horror movie.
Dan ChaonIn the basement of Sydney's new house is a little room that is about the size and shape of a coffin.
Dan ChaonStichwörter: house room coffin
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