..." I see what happens. I live with people who are German. They collect steins. They are good people. Their son is dead. I see what happens.
When I run I can turn like I'm magic or something. I can turn like there wasn't even a turn. I turn and I'm going so fast it's like I was still going straight. Through the trees like a missile, through the trees I love to run with my claws reaching and grabbing so quickly like I'm take everything.
Damn, Im so in love with all of this.
I was once in a river. I was thrown in a river when I was small. You just cannot know. I was swimming, trying to know why I had been thrown in the river. I was six months old, and my eyes were burning, the water was bad. I paddled and it was like begging. The land on either side was a black stripe, indifferent. I saw the gray water and then the darker water below and then my legs wouldn't work, were stuck in some kind of seaweed or spiderweb and then I was in the air.
I opened my burning eyes and saw him in yellow. "...
from After I was Thrown in the River, in How We Are Hungry, Dave Eggers