Trasgredire , he learns, is not destruction. It is the small, joyful violence of remembering who you are before the rules wrote over you.
“It’s ‘Cloud Mute,’” Elio says. “Approved by the board.” Cheeky -trasgredire-
Elio looks at them. For the first time, he smiles. “Yes,” he says. “I am.” Trasgredire , he learns, is not destruction