“I feel like I’m living inside a puzzle. Every time I get a new piece of information, the picture changes and none of the jigsaw pieces fit together. Then I get another piece, but before I can figure out where it fits, the picture has changed again,” Jude said to Veronika.
“That’s the trouble with the world,” she said. “Everyone is living in a fantasy world doing jigsaws. They’re so focused on trying to put their picture-perfect life together that they forget it’s only an image. A reflection of what’s in here,” she said, gesturing to her head, “and that’s constantly changing. We’re different, Jude. Our images got distorted and the jigsaw pieces don’t fit together anymore, no matter how hard we bend them.”
“What went wrong with us?” I asked.
“Something went right with us!”
“And what was that?”
“We peeked through a crack in the distorted picture and saw what was beyond it. And now that preoccupies us more than doing a fake jigsaw puzzle.”
An excerpt from the book Lerkus by L.A. Golding.