Then, after he fell quiet for a moment, he said, “You don’t talk much, Aza.”
“I’m never sure what to say.” He mimicked me from the day we’d met again by the pool.
“Try saying what you’re thinking. That’s something I never ever do.”
I told him the truth. “I’m thinking about mere organism stuff.”
“What stuff?” “I can’t explain it,” I said. “Try me.” I looked over at him now.
Everyone always celebrates the easy attractiveness of green or blue eyes,
but there was a depth to Davis’s brown eyes that you just don’t get from lighter colors,
and the way he looked at me made me feel like there was something worthwhile in the brown of my eyes, too.
I guess I just don’t like having to live inside of a body? If that makes sense.
And I think maybe deep down I am just an instrument that exists to turn oxygen into carbon dioxide, just like merely an organism in this... vastness.
And it’s kind of terrifying to me that what I think of as, like, my quote unquote self isn’t really under my control?
Like, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, my hand is sweating right now, even though it’s too cold for sweating,
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