Sunday, August 28, 2016

Spill Simmer Falter Wither, by Sara Baume, page 94

"When I was about as tall as the letter slot and riding in the back of my father's car, we were passing through town one day, driving along the main street, and I remember seeing a woman through the window, standing in her doorway. After a moment she turned and went back inside, closing the door behind her, and thenof course i couldn't see her anymore.

I know it sounds like nothing much, but it was the first time I realized that other people's lives go on. All of the time, out of sight, and without me. It was the first time I realized that everything just goes on and on and on. Regardless, relentless."


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