“It was a state of aloneness. It was the kind of place that started shooting political prisoners because it suspected that they would enjoy solitary confinement and internal exile too much.” Dark HumorAloneness Book:Care of Wooden Floors Source: Care of Wooden Floors
“No one forgot how to play their instrument halfway through. No one ran amok in the audience. Nothing caught fire. Music played and I was so bored that my hair was bored.” ConcertsBordom Book:Care of Wooden Floors Source: Care of Wooden Floors
“I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer's gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous specks that swirled into a single united black shape.” SadnessDepressionMorning ThoughtsRude Awakening Book:Care of Wooden Floors Source: Care of Wooden Floors