i have to be responsible for the world, and none of them knows what that feels like. if i don’t organize things just right, you see, everything will be destroyed. you understand? i’m not saying i’m god, but i know what it feels like to carry the world.
the fact that sometimes I think that people today must be the saddest people ever, because we know we ruined everything,
many times i have asked myself what i could’ve done to protect myself that night. i asked myself if i had deserved this. i convinced myself that i did, and it wasn’t hard to.
not everything was lost in the flow of time.
i am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person i ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason i believe in god; i am a christian because of owen meany.
how many dots make a dad?