An image of a flooded city block with white text that reads: "It's exhausting, as it always was, to live with such a breadth of things to take up one's attention-exhausting, the way there can be too much world, even in its final stages. Exhausting, to be so busy and so bored with no time left for either."
An image of a flooded city block with white text that reads: "It is easy to forget matters like this; easy, amid the monotony of supermarket sandwiches and damp subsistence, to forget the chippings and scraping that come attendant on a world fundamentally narrowed in scope. One could bury one's dead, once upon a time, and now it is imposed. Hardly something to be grieved in itself but still a lessening, a fact consigned to history along with almost everything else."
An image of a flooded city block with white text that reads: "It is an accepted belief that things fall apart. The question of whether the falling apart is necessary is separate and usually secondary. People still discuss this, of course: the fact of the turn, the moment a warning mutated into the only possible outcome. When, people ask, was the last time you remember thinking Oh, it’s raining again. When was your last real sunburn, your last flying ant day, your last good look at the stars. It is easy to think about these things, recollections of things passing fast from your grip, and decide they are simply too much to acknowledge. Easy to imagine inevitability when in fact there might once have been any number of options. "
An image of a flooded city block with white text that reads: "“Isn’t it funny,” Stephanie muses, “the way that everything’s fucked but still patched up enough to let you get to work?"
Recently read Private Rites by Julia Armfield, these are a few of my favorite quotes
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