A Certain Kind of Light

A Certain Kind of Light

Language: English

Pages: 158

ISBN: 1608640833

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Told through the eyes of a nameless teenage boy, A Certain Kind of Light sees the narrator attempt to find some kind of cohesion in a life from which he feels increasingly disconnected. As his family, friendships, sexuality and even his taste in music and pornography begin to feel distant from him, his alienation expands. The things that once meant everything to him are stripped of an essence he begins to doubt they ever had. He fixates on a profile of a boy that he finds on the Internet, projecting illusory ideas upon a person that he has never met but feels a profound intimacy with. Feeling more and more lost, he attempts to work out the connection between a disparate set of coincidences, objects and events: a dead, mangled bird, the funeral of his best friend s father, a horrific experience with LSD, obsessive sexual fantasies and the disintegrating suburban life in which he was raised. Intensely emotional and disorientating, A Certain Kind of Light focuses on the intricacies of confusion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

someone else's hand or like the time Luke Emma and me were all on Emma's bed and those two were lying length ways and I was sitting across the bed at the bottom and we were listening to music and I was thinking about something to do with the three of us and I think I said something about the music because it was around the time I think that music was still really important to me in the way that I wish it still was now and I remember not getting an answer to something I said while I was staring at

remember whether or not I knew that it was too and if I did maybe I just pretended against it or maybe one of the two had said something to me but I had tried to ignore it or maybe I had been so lost inside feeling jealous which is one of the reasons I think I might be a really bad person and I tried to forget everything that I had heard or whatever either of them had said to me because whenever people talk about love I think they must be getting it wrong because I don't feel loved in the way

stretch out my legs and undo the button and zip on my jeans. I wiggle myself a little so that I move the jeans down to around my knees. I pull my cock and my balls out of my underwear so that the waistline rests just underneath my testicles. At first I just hold my dick, feel how warm it is. It feels really glossy, or greasy like the cover of a movie magazine, and my hand has pins and needles from where I've been lying on it, so it feels pretty much like someone else's which seems to suit me

stretch out my legs and undo the button and zip on my jeans. I wiggle myself a little so that I move the jeans down to around my knees. I pull my cock and my balls out of my underwear so that the waistline rests just underneath my testicles. At first I just hold my dick, feel how warm it is. It feels really glossy, or greasy like the cover of a movie magazine, and my hand has pins and needles from where I've been lying on it, so it feels pretty much like someone else's which seems to suit me

whenever I focus on a certain spot of squares then they stay still and the ones around it - the ones I'm not giving my full attention to - look like they're moving. When I look at those, they stop, and the ones I've just stopped looking at pretend to move, blurring but staying in the same place. It's all a trick. My eyes hurt but I keep on staring. Something appears telling me that I'm gullible for staring at the screen for so long. The email is a joke. It doesn't feel funny, so I close the email

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