BACKGROUND ÇOK ÖNEMLİ !Alıntı
"Sonuçta algıladığımız her şey aslında kendi deneyim merceğimizden geçiyor."
Sayfa 22
“The visage Tolentino described as “Instagram face” seems to belie age, background, and ethnicity; it erases individuality and imperfection in favor of a singular painted symmetry. ”
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Only in Gaza;
You sleep counting rockets rather than stars.
You wake up, if you wake up, to the sounds of bombs rather than birds.
Only in Gaza;
You sleep not knowing if, or how, you’ll wake up.
In Gaza,
You sleep in your house,
And you wake up under the rubble.
In Gaza,
You sleep with your body parts whole,
And you wake up missing a hand or a leg.
In Gaza,
You sleep beside family and friends,
And the next day you are on your own.
Only in Gaza;
People celebrate birthdays while war echoes in the background, then welcome you into a tent with warm hands and a cup of tea.
Only in Gaza;
Despite the pain,
People remain.
Not just survivors,
But warriors.
"Sönen nurun izi, mikrodalgada saklı hakikat"Alıntı
"Bir zamanlar ışıl ışıl parlayan cisimlerin kalıntısı olan CMB, ısınmayan ancak soğuyan bir cisimden beklediğimiz özelliklere sahip: Spektrumun bir bölgesinde doruğa ulaştığı gibi spektrumun diğer bölgelerinde de ışıma yapar. Bu durumda, mikrodalgalarda zirve yapmasının yanı sıra, CMB ayrıca bazı radyo dalgaları ve daha yüksek enerjili çok az sayıda foton yayar"
The Test Scores
My breath catches. They’re about to announce the torcs.
I watch as the trio of judges confer for a few minutes in a tense huddle.
Viviane is pulling out papers, pointing to them.
I swallow hard.
At last, Viviane turns to the arena, and the wind whips at her blonde
hair. “Tana Campbell,” she bellows. “Silver!”
Darius grabs my arm in a death grip, grinning. “She’s a knight! She’s a
fucking knight.”
“Serana O’Rourke,” Viviane calls out. “Silver!”
I feel the grin splitting my face from ear to ear. “Holy shit. This almost
makes up for the fact that Tarquin and Horatio got gold.”
“They’re going to be insufferable. Well, they didn’t earn theirs, did
they? Tarquin lost to you. But these torcs actually make sense.” Darius is
bouncing in his seat, and he reaches down to pick up a blue paper bag. “I
knew it. I fucking knew it. I mean, I didn’t realize it would be silver, but I
knew they’d pass. Obviously.”
Burning with rage, I pull at my magic, and it fuels the hot crimson
inside me. I don’t bother searching for a weak spot. I hurl my magic at the
veil, my teeth grinding together. To my right, the veil mage stumbles, then
falls flat on his back. The buzz of the veil sputters and dies, and silence fills
the hall. I hear only my own pounding pulse.
When the mist is completely silent and no longer buzzing over my skin,
I stride inside.
Pearly white fog wraps around me. My foot kicks something, and I hear
it spinning across the floor. I reach down for the wand and grip its gnarled
wood.
I march out of the veil and toss it at Wrythe’s feet. It clatters noisily.
“There you go,” I say. “Your wand, sir.”
The veil mist slowly dissipates, and the mage seems to be unconscious.
Like I’m still part of a storyline, even if I’m just there in the background. It’s all I can do when everyone else I know moved away to start new chapters of their lives in college. Meanwhile, I’m stuck living in the same boring episode.
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