es ese inevitable criterio comparativo el que me confronta con mis días. es el desgaste el más certero de los villanos en agosto...
la crisis emotiva se disolvió con la extendida lectura de la tarde. he aquí algunos fragmentos -las páginas son lo más bonito de un martes como éste-:
"which means that a murder victim is usually killed by someone known an fairies are made out of paper and you can't talk to someone who is dead."
"i like it when it rains hard. it sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty."
"my memory has a smelltrack which is like a soundtrack."
"i kept my eyes closed all the way to school until we got off the bus because after i have had two black days in a row i'm allowed to do that."
(jotch has a new friend. christopher john francis boone is like a jotch because he makes lists all the time. christopher doesn't like yellow. jotch doesn't like orange. jotch is good at maths but not as good as christopher.)