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It's a strange thing, being the parent of a teenager. One thing to raise a little boy, another entirely when a person on the brink of adulthood looks to you for wisdom. I feel like I have little to give.
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Blake Crouch |
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It was the strangest sort of fear. Unspecified. Like walking in the woods at night, not knowing exactly what you should be afraid of, and the fear all the more potent precisely because of its mystery.
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Blake Crouch |
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You're saying that, out of an infinite number of realities, I intentionally picked this shithole?" "Not intentionally. Maybe it's a reflection of what you were feeling at the moment you opened the door." --
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Blake Crouch |
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Everyone black-suited. None younger than thirty, none older than forty-five. Each exuding his own special brand of ex-military, fucked-by-life hardness.
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Blake Crouch |
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She loved at light-speed. No hesitation. No regrets. No conditions. No reservations.
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Blake Crouch |
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It took Letty four tries to get her left leg through the harness. Isaiah watching her from the window. He said, "You gotta lock that shit down." "Lock what down?" "Your panic."
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Blake Crouch |
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Letty sat on a velvet couch, propped up with pillows. Rich royal-purple drapes everywhere she looked. Ivy walls. Candlelight. She had the best lamb she'd ever tasted. Must've been fed gold flakes and the milk of the gods. The bread cart was legendary. Like baked clouds. Everything plated as beautifully as jewelry. The artistic detail more precise than coinage.
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Blake Crouch |
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I'm often asked how Chad and I approach the process of cowriting a script. We figured out an egalitarian method (well, to be fair, it was Chad's idea).
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Blake Crouch |
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Greetings. There is a body buried on your property, covered in your blood. The unfortunate young lady's name is Rita Jones.
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Blake Crouch |
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It took five minutes for the barkeep to come around. He was an old salt--tall and thin. So grizzled he looked like he'd been here back when Ponce de Leon first showed up. Letty ordered a vodka martini. While he shook it, she eavesdropped on a conversation between an older couple seated beside her. They sounded midwestern. The man was talking about someone named John, and how much he wished John had been with them today. They had gone snorke..
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Blake Crouch |
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It begins to go so fast," Fitch said. "What?" "Time. You cling to every second. Savor everything. Wish you'd lived all your days like this. Excuse me."
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Blake Crouch |
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May a pack of blessings light upon thy back.'" "Ah, Shakespeare. Lovely."
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Blake Crouch |
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Marvels at her love for him. Her loyalty. So far beyond anything he deserves, it only intensifies the shame.
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Blake Crouch |
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That's not the way the human heart works. I can't just amputate what I feel.
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Blake Crouch |
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She took him by the hand and led him over.
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Blake Crouch |
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But those other realities don't really exist." "Actually, they're just as real as the one you and I are experiencing at this moment." "How is that possible?" "It's a mystery. But there are clues. Most astrophysicists believe that the force holding stars and galaxies together--the thing that makes our whole universe work--comes from a theoretical substance we can't measure or observe directly. Something they call dark matter. And this dark m..
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Blake Crouch |
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It was odorless, but on the tongue the overwhelming note was burn, followed by a strong citrus pucker, and a finish that was mercifully short, like the flavor had just fallen off a cliff.
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Blake Crouch |
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No one tells you it's all about to change, to be taken away. There's no proximity alert, no indication that you're standing on the precipice.
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Blake Crouch |
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everything that can happen will happen.
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Blake Crouch |
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Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't last, so you revel in it while it's here.
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Blake Crouch |
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Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him.
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Blake Crouch |
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I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they're measured by their consequences." "Look,"
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Blake Crouch |
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little shit." Oatha withdrew a scrap of paper from his flap pocket, slid it across the bar. Joss unfolded it, saw where Oatha had scribbled something on a torn-out Montgomery Ward page advertising hobnailed miners' boots. "Fuck is this?"
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Blake Crouch |
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I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how could I not? Until everything topples, we have no idea what we actually have, how precariously and perfectly it all fits together.
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Blake Crouch |
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Aashif stares at him through a hood of black cloth that reveals only a pair of brown, malevolent eyes and a mouthful of smiling teeth too white and perfect to be a product of any fourth-world, Middle-Eastern shithole.
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Blake Crouch |
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It's the beautiful thing about youth. There's a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential. I love my life, but I haven't felt that lightness of being in ages. Autumn nights like this are as close as I get.
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Blake Crouch |
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Children's laughter--carefree, giddy, maniacal--filled the woods. A nightmare version of some game from his youth.
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Blake Crouch |
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despite having warned himself she wouldn't anticipate his actually making it back to the cavern. He hadn't figured on it, assuming instead he'd run out of light and die of thirst, lost in the granitic entrails of the mountain. He turns away from the barred exit and walks back into the cavern among the bones, fearing his light will expire at any second, wanting at least
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Blake Crouch |
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Standing on this work of art and imagination, I feel small in the best kind of way.
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Blake Crouch |
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thought. He
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Blake Crouch |
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It was nothing more than a beautiful prison, run by a psychopath.
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Blake Crouch |
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How can something so powerful in one world not bleed through into this one?
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Blake Crouch |
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Nearby, another homeless man is standing in the middle of the sidewalk, having a full-volume conversation with nobody. I think, Am I so different? Aren't we both lost in worlds that, for reasons beyond our control, no longer align with our identity?
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Blake Crouch |
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It's the beautiful thing about youth. There's a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential
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Blake Crouch |
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It's funny. I don't remember forgetting
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Blake Crouch |
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It was the fakeness that killed her.
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Blake Crouch |
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I say, "This whole time, we've been wondering where the controls are--" "But we're the controls." "Yep. And if that's the case, then we have the ability to go wherever we want. Including home."
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Blake Crouch |
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I think I know who I am. But there's a part of me that wonders...What if the recollection I have of my real life--husband, father, professor--isn't real?
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Blake Crouch |
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What do you think is happening to you?" "I'm not entirely sure." "But you're a scientist. You have a theory." "I don't have enough data." "What does your gut tell you?" I sip the chamomile tea, savoring the hit of warmth as it slides down my throat. "We all live day to day completely oblivious to the fact that we're a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine."
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Blake Crouch |
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We associate reality with the tangible--everything we can experience with our senses. And though I keep telling myself there's a box on the South Side of Chicago that can take me to a world where I have everything I want and need, I no longer believe that place exists
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Blake Crouch |
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It'll be your loss, Ethan. Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't last, so you revel in it while it's here.
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Blake Crouch |
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There was no end date for her sentence in this place. She was a lifer.
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Blake Crouch |
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And in that moment, he no longer regarded the residents of Abandon and the thousand other mining camps scattered like bacteria through the West as people of ambition and courage. They were a cold, dirty, desperate, miserable lot. He saw them now so clearly. They had crossed the plains and made homes in these savage mountains and borne their myriad afflictions not because they were brave pioneers pursuing a dream. They had come for no other ..
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Blake Crouch |
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If I represent the pinnacle of family success for all the Jason Dessens, Jason2 represents the professional and creative apex. We're opposite poles of the same man.
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Blake Crouch |