Musings

…he was at that vodka level where the night began to become magnanimous, and everything promised him fidelity and hope.

Hopscotch, Julio Cortazar

It is a truth universally unacknowledged that when the dead are trying to remember something, the living are trying harder to forget it.

Himself, Jess Kidd

To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong

You don’t have your feelings, they have you.

Notes from the Fog, Ben Marcus