Autumn (Seasonal, #1)

by Ali Smith

That’s the thing about things. They fall apart, always have, always will, it’s in their nature.

Regrets when you’re dead? A past when you’re dead? Is there never any escaping the junkshop of the self?

The lifelong friends, he said. We sometimes wait a lifetime for them.

All across the country, nobody spoke about it. All across the country, nobody spoke about anything else.

November? unimaginable. Just a month away.

With time’s fallen leaves behind her