fragile things: a reversal
Below is one of my favorite passages written by Neil Gaiman. Below that is a reversal of sorts, written by me. It’s an exercise in creativity and perspective, I suppose.
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things
He seems so intense, so scattered, so loud, yet his eyes remain unfixed. You think you know nothing about him immediately upon meeting him, but nothing comes of nothing. Everything you think is wrong. A mindfulness flows through him like a river of promises.
He only looked toward you for a moment, and the mask was never really there, and you fell. All your tomorrows have already started.