Stanley Uris
The Boy with the Ordered Mind, Unraveling
Order is just chaos we haven’t named yet.
I mapped birds, not monsters. I made lists, not enemies. But Derry doesn’t care what you chart—it eats logic for breakfast. I was part of something once, something that shouldn’t have been. And when the past comes knocking, I find that razors are very clean, and silence is very loud.
What I'm Into: birdwatching logs, the smell of fresh paper, Derry’s sewers (unfortunately), clean kitchen counters, the Losers who still won
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