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“I keep trying to march in time but the drummer’s out to get me.”
Over the years she’d found it beneficial to visit churches from time to time and share her darker thoughts.
He didn’t take the notion of God seriously but couldn’t deny the feeling of beatitude he knew when he sat in a church pew. He attributed this to aesthetics; he wasn’t conflicted about it.
“Do you ever feel,” she asked, “that adulthood was thrust upon you at too young an age, and that you are still essentially a child mimicking the behaviors of the adults all around you in hopes they won’t discover the meager contents of your heart?”
Hers was a mixed fate, she thought: to know brilliance on sight, but never to command it.
do you know what a cliché is? It’s a story so fine and thrilling that it’s grown old in its hopeful retelling.”
