Nothing to fear from a fate that was already yours, then, except, perhaps, that it would never leave you. - Alexander Chee

In some way I had never known how to express, I’d feared I would have to become the first of my kind, whatever my kind was, should I be allowed to survive — that which history has never seen before.

I was unsure how they fed themselves, what they would eat and drink, they were not unsure at all and this terrified me. I

Were he to put his hand on me, I would be revealed as nothing more than a newspaper, erect. A screen on which is projected the image of a boy. How could he love me? There's nothing to me except a place where the light resists moving forward. Okay, I say, instead. I will.