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“A security guard stands in front of the doors, yelling at people to get back. He shoves a woman holding the hands of two boys wearing matching polo shirts, private school uniforms. All the lights in the store are off. The windows shattered. Inside, I can make out the dark hallways of rye bread and non-GMO cereal. At the end of the world, organic food is protected.”

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Book:Tilt

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Tilt

Tilt is a narrative that delves into the concept of balance and imbalance, examining its manifestation in personal lives, societal structures, and the human psyche. The story weaves through complex characters and situations, offering a multifaceted look at the delicate equilibrium that underlies human existence. more

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Emma Pattee

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“«Та який він почтальйон! — заперечив тому менший. - Дурак він, папа казав. — Потім знову повернувся до прибульця і підозріливо обміряв його. - А ти... справжній дурак?» «Е, ні! - похитав головою Валушка і підвівся. - Ніякий я не дурак, можеш сам переконатися, якщо глянеш». «Жалко, — скопилив губу малий. — Я хотів би бути дураком і добряче вилаятися королю, що його країна — відстій».”

“Ever since the fire I have only been half listening to stuff my parents have been saying about God. I guess the part inside of me that trusted God before got burned down with everything else. I started blaming myself and Him. Now, it's hitting me that He cares. God never left me, even though I've just been leaving him for a while.”

“Anyway, because of Beezy’s patrician vibe and the fact that our parents grew up in a very horses-and-beeswax part of an already pretty aristocratic area of the state, you would have thought they were marked for success. You would have thought they couldn’t have avoided it! But well into their youth each of the five really did their utmost to scupper their own chances in life in utterly idiosyncratic ways, which is the usual province of the middle-to-upper-middle class. We didn’t realize this at the time, of course. To us, our parents were doing just fine.”

“At various points in our lives we had considered joining the circus, a daydream handed to us, in fact, by our parents. If we got mad and were casting around for something to do about it, our parents would suggest with great mirth that we run away to join the circus and eventually it became a concrete possibility in our minds, a genuine emergency hatch through which we could slip if things became too unbearable. Although we hadn’t been to a circus, we had ideas of what it might entail: days of trundling along in painted wagons and stringing cooking pots over rosy fires and sitting in front of mirrors lit up by light bulbs as large as conference pears, broken up by spurts of action in which we tested our fantastic discipline against the messy and somewhat arbitrary nature of death. I don’t think it’s something kids think about anymore and anyway we never did it. We stayed right where we were, which our parents always knew would be the case and also why they’d offered it up like a dare in the first place. It was unkind but also their way of reaffirming the cords that bound us.”