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

You do not beat your own heart.

Florence Welch

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