Rereading one of my alltime favorite novels, Richard Powers’ Galatea 2.2.
When this excerpt, one of the most romantically wonky I can imagine, stopped me dead in my tracks.
We caught eyes. We looked for longer than either thought we should. For moment, looking felt like something that happened to you rather than something you did. Not are you who I think you are? Am I who you think I am?
And if you know and love the novel as well, you might also love this little video made from another, related excerpt, here.