“He’s not unreasonable, he tells me. But he’s genuinely alarmed by the extent of the first-round edits.”
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“He’s not unreasonable, he tells me. But he’s genuinely alarmed by the extent of the first-round edits.”
“The sky peels back like a tinfoil lid and something putrid creeps in...”
“…that eager, / kicking foot. There’s nothing in me now”
“To sew a jacket, one must first imagine it fragmented.”
“Everything was ours, our reality untamed by time and misogyny, and the price we’d pay for living remained alien to us.”
“If ever a saint could be described as not giving any fucks, it would be her.”
“John Lennon is singing I’m So Tired. / I know you’re tired. As you burn in this Brooklyn kitchen,”
"…I’m just sort of putting my ear against the thing and trying to discern its heartbeat…”
“He loved the sense that sex could be an intervention between two people.”
