But the hunger you describe – that blade jutting from the skin, the weathering as of a hillside often struck by storm, the hollowness – it sounds beautiful and familiar.
When I was a girl, I loved reading. An archaic pastime, I know; the index and download are faster, more efficient, offering superior retention and acquisition of knowledge. But I read, antique volumes handed down and fresh-replicated books: How strange to uncover things in sequence! And so I read a comic book once, about Socrates. In the comic book, he was a soldier – he was, that part’s true, I asked him – and one night, as his fellows lay down to sleep, he started thinking. He stood, immobile, lost in thought, until the dawn – at which instant he found the answer to his question.
This Is How You Lose The Time War (from pages 61-62)