But when who you are changes every day—you get to touch the universal more. Even the most mundane details.
Three rules: one, I wake up in a different body every day; two, I inhabit the body only of a person close to my own age; and three, I wake up within the area where my host brings me before I sleep. I can access their memories, which means I have the option to remember them or forget them—it’s all up to me.
I’d very much like to wake up in the body of Mr. Rodrigo R. Duterte to undo the horrible things he has done and continues to do, but that’d be breaking Rule Two. And I know a day won’t be enough but I’m thinking of one thing I can do to put an end to all of this Dutertism once and for all. It’ll be a horrible horrible horrible thing to do, but hey, we’re getting desperate here. And we know what they say about desperate times.
So I guess I’ll just have to do with David Beckham, Eiichiro Oda, Angelina Jolie, David Zingler, Leonardo di Caprio, Bohdan Utihrach, Charlize Theron, Eva Longoria, Lauryn Hill, Allen Iverson, Walid Soliman. Can’t wait to be Lauryn Hill, so I can make her write more music.
However, in the case of “A”—the body intruder in David Levithan’s “every day”—he falls in love and uses almost every host to get to Rhiannon. I’ll just go ahead and assume “A” is a he if only because he chooses a she. Now, of course, everything is difficult for “A”—from how he should reveal himself to Rhiannon up to how he should sustain their relationship. But, thank goodness, Rhiannon keeps an open mind. After all, “This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot.”
“A”, for me, is the best illustration of that adage that claims sex is fluid and love is abstract:
In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don’t understand why it’s so hard, when it’s so obvious.
I know our nakedness is as much a form of trust as it is a form of craving. This is what we look like when we are completely open to each other. This is where we go when we no longer want to hide.
Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.
And when “A” is not having those whirling sensations about and around Rhiannon, he puts his gift to good use and waxes philosophical:
The sound of words as they’re said is always different from the sound they make when they’re heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside.
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is a coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.