“Time without our father becomes stretching, soft. Sugar melted in the pan and drawn into something new before hardening, contracting. There are many days which bleed into each other. The sun in the sky seems closer to us all the time.” Grief Book:The Water Cure Source: The Water Cure
“For a second I remember how your hands looked moving the flint, the flame rising up, and something passes over me. I do not cry. Fuck you, I mouth to the air instead. It makes no reply. Where is your ghost when I need it?” Grief Book:The Water Cure Source: The Water Cure
“I love to cry, though. With King gone, I had forgotten to feel guilty about doing it. There is no one left to notice what I do now.” Grief Book:The Water Cure Source: The Water Cure