Peaces

by Helen Oyeyemi

I never have anything up my sleeve except for the utterly fraudulent authority with which I assure you—yes, you—that you’ll get through this, whatever it is, and everything will be better. We both know nothing’s all right, but when I tell you it will be, you take it. If you don’t, it’s because you’re holding out for another outcome altogether.

It was a highly enjoyable stare. Nuanced as fuck. Like the very best of arthouse cinema.