Musings

…sometimes it seems to me we’re living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what’s good and what isn’t, we draw maps of meaning for ourselves…

And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, Olga Tokarczuk

You don’t believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.

The Testaments, Margaret Atwood

The spider’s web is a home and a trap.

There There, Tommy Orange

…he had answered “nothing”, that word we answer when we are thinking “everything”.

On Heroes and Tombs, Ernesto Sabato

Men carve meaning into women’s faces; messages addressed to other men.

The Silence of the Girls, Pat Barker