Cult Classic

by Sloane Crosley

Some of us get smaller denominations from the romance ATM than others.

The same event could happen to four different people and one would deem it a coup, another kismet, another ironic, another auspicious. A coup signified chaos, kismet signified fate, irony signified order, auspicious signified faith. Meanwhile, odds were quantifiable but chances were not. Chances were abstract and “for” whereas odds were concrete and “against.” Hopeful people, of which Willis was one, used “chances” in the same spots where skeptical people used “odds.” I was an odds person.

You can keep your food from touching all you want, it all winds up in the same place.

“Everyone is living separate narratives. Marriage is agreeing to live in someone else’s narrative.”

Doubt is healthy until it eclipses knowledge.”

the past is too deep a hole to be crowded out by the present. I think, if closure exists, it’s being okay with a lack of it. It’s to be found in letting the doors swing open, in trusting that if hinges were meant to be locks, well, then they’d be locks.