The past is a chatty companion, I can tell you.
Ari BerkHe’d never called her. Wanted to. A hundred times. But every time he thought about it, his mind boiled up with every reason not to do it, every doubt he’d ever had about himself.
Ari BerkHe wanted their worlds to pull apart and never rejoin.
Ari BerkFor didn’t everyone have secret parts and shadows?
Ari BerkHe was beginning to feel his head swim a bit. It all came to this, a glance, a word, a face … everyone he knew was, most of the time, merely a recollection. Then a thought fell on him. Ghosts. Maybe we’re all ghosts anyway, just as soon as the moment’s passed.
Ari BerkStories wander around, go from one land to another, sometimes parts change.
Ari BerkTo get ahead, sometimes you had to retrace your steps.
Ari BerkYou can never go back, really, there is only forward.
Ari BerkHis own past kept flying up around him like moths; old fears back again, the ghosts’ problems only serving to remind him of his own. Even the little anxieties that nipped at his heels as a boy were back now as sharp-toothed dogs, following him, barking loudly, drawing more and more attention to themselves. Now, as he looked for his dad, Silas felt like he had as a boy: left behind, alone, forgotten. And he could see, now, his personal feelings made his encounters with the dead and his travels through their lands dangerous and filled with the possibility of entrapment.
Ari BerkBesides, love flourishes best in ignorance…or in absence.
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