Sometimes I can’t decide which Margo I am. Happy Margo or Sad Margo. Yellow Margo or Blue Margo.
I’m a little bit of both, but as John Green puts it, “neither captures the true Margo.” As much as I seek adventure and solitude, I’m more than just yellow or blue. But for now, I’m feeling like Blue Margo.
“…from here, you can’t see the rust of the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it is. It’s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It’s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail.”
– Margo Roth Spiegelman, Paper Towns by John Green