Remarkably Bright Creatures: Curl up with 'that octopus book' everyone is talking about

she doesn’t remember. It slipped into some sort of void, as so many things did,

Some trees aren’t meant to sprout tender new branches, but to stand stoically on the forest floor, silently decaying.

It’s the same exact bowl of fruit. Like, they must have moved it from unit to unit with them.

Tova wonders sometimes if it’s better that way, to have one’s tragedies clustered together, to make good use of the existing rawness.

wayfarer

“Conscience does make cowards of us all,

Entering someone’s home is always an intimate act.

Are they pumping hallucinogens through the ductwork here?

I have achieved something akin to contentment. Or, perhaps more accurately, a temporary abatement of misery.