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LIFE IS SHORT SPOILER REVIEWS BY MADELINE INVISIBLE MAN BY RALPH ELLISON Spoiler alert: You don’t exist if no one can see you.
GEOGRAPHY I’M IN AN endless field filled with red poppies. The poppies reach waist-high on single green stalks and are so red they seem to bleed color. In the distance I see one Olly, and then two, and then multiple Ollys marching toward me. They’re wearing gas masks and holding handcuffs and crushing the poppies under black-booted feet as they march toward me, silent and determined. The dream doesn’t leave me. I drift through the day awake but dreaming, trying not to think of Olly. I try not to think of seeing him for the first time. How he seemed like he was from another planet. I try not to think about Bundt cakes and headstands and kisses and velvet sand. How second and third and fourth kisses are just as amazing as first ones. I try not to think about him moving inside me and us moving together. I try not to think of him because if I do, I’ll have to think about how connected to him and the world I was just a few days go. I’ll have to think of all the hope I had. Of how I fooled myself into thinking that I was a miracle. Of how the world I wanted to be a part of so badly didn’t want me back. I have to let Olly go. I’ve learned my lesson. Love can kill you and I’d rather be alive than out there living. I once told Olly that I knew my own heart better than I knew anything else, and it’s still true. I know the places in my heart, but the names have all changed.
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- Page 177 and 178: THIS TIME OLLY SMILES. HE will not
- Page 179 and 180: “Do you believe it?” he asks.
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GEOGRAPHY<br />
I’M IN AN endless field filled with red poppies. The poppies reach waist-high on single<br />
green stalks and are so red they seem to bleed color. In the distance I see one Olly, and<br />
then two, and then multiple Ollys marching toward me. They’re wearing gas masks and<br />
holding handcuffs and crushing the poppies under black-booted feet as they march<br />
toward me, silent and determined.<br />
The dream doesn’t leave me. I drift through the day awake but dreaming, trying not to<br />
think of Olly. I try not to think of seeing him for the first time. How he seemed like he<br />
was from another planet. I try not to think about Bundt cakes and headstands and kisses<br />
and velvet sand. How second and third and fourth kisses are just as amazing as first ones.<br />
I try not to think about him moving inside me and us moving together. I try not to think<br />
of him because if I do, I’ll have to think about how connected to him and the world I was<br />
just a few days go.<br />
I’ll have to think of all the hope I had. Of how I fooled myself into thinking that I was a<br />
miracle. Of how the world I wanted to be a part of so badly didn’t want me back.<br />
I have to let Olly go. I’ve learned my lesson. Love can kill you and I’d rather be alive<br />
than out there living.<br />
I once told Olly that I knew my own heart better than I knew anything else, and it’s still<br />
true. I know the places in my heart, but the names have all changed.