The Words Found ( Inside Here )

There were two books lying on top of a row of books. When I picked up one in an excited manner, the other one fell behind the other books.

“I wrote my masters thesis on this book!” (It was Foer’s Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)

“I’m interested in the other book.”

He walked over and reached his hand behind the books to pick it up.

“Pick any line from this book and it’s wisdom,” he said. For him, that book was love.

I looked over and read the title, “The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again)”

“But Andy Warhol was an asshole.” I took the book in my hand and briefly scanned it, thinking wisdom?

Long after this conversation ended and I was no longer apart of his life, I read as much of Andy Warhol as I could but there was no other line I liked more than that phrase inside the parentheses outside on the cover. So I kept using it and repeating it like this… from A to B and back again.

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“Something beautiful. Something true … then, out of nowhere, a flock of birds flew by the window, extremely fast and incredibly close. Maybe twenty of them. Maybe more. But they also seemed like just one bird, because somehow they all knew exactly what to do…” Foer, found right in the middle of the book.

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