Do you have any idea why you might be feeling better?No, not really, I said curtly. Better wasnt even the word for how I felt. There wasnt a word for it. It was more that things too small to mentionlaughter in the hall at school, a live gecko scurrying in a tank in the science labmade me feel happy one moment and the next like crying. Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and the city was emptying for the night; it was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cry of horns on the street, the dank smell of the wet pavement had an electricity about it, a sense of crowds and static, lonely secretaries and fat guys with bags of carry-out, everywhere the ungainly sadness of creatures pushing and struggling to live. For weeks, Id been frozen, sealed-off; now, in the shower, I would turn up the water as hard as it would go and howl, silently. Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as ifId been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.
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