“Sunday was a sad day-early to bed, school the next morning, I was constantly worried my homework was wrong-but as I watched the fireworks go off in the night sky, over the floodlit castles of Disneyland, was consumed by a more general sense of dread, of imprisonment I within the dreary round of school and home: circumstances which, to me at least, presented sound empirical argument for gloom. My father was mean, and our house ugly, and my mother didn't pay much attention to me; my clothes were cheap and my haircut too short and no one at school seemed to like me that much; and since all this had been true for as long as I could remember, I felt things would doubtless continue in this depressing vein as far as I could foresee. In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.” SchoolSundayDreadDepressingConsumedNo FriendsThe Secret HistoryDonna TarttLack Of Attention Book:The Secret History Source: The Secret History
“When love nestles down in the bewildering anchorage of our expectations, let us not disappoint it through lack of attention or loss of interest. ("Love. Dizzy as a cathedral")” LoveExpectationsDisappointDizzyBewilderingLoss Of InterestLack Of AttentionNestleAnchorage Author:Erik Pevernagie