The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

By quantumHarmony

If it was really like that, then I guess he’d feel like he’d lost that cozy old world and basically paid a big price just by sticking with the same dream too long. Like he’d be looking up at some sky that doesn’t feel familiar, staring through scary-looking leaves, and then getting hit with how weirdly ugly a rose can look and how harsh and bright the sunlight feels on grass that barely seems real. Sounds like this “new” world is sort of there but not really—like those tired ghosts that aren’t solid, just floating around, drifting in the air by chance. And then there’s that pale, strange figure moving toward him through trees that don’t seem to have a real shape.