Station Eleven

by Emily St. John Mandel

“If you are the light, if your enemies are darkness, then there’s nothing that you cannot justify.

but then by four or five o’clock the day’s just turned into yet another day, and you go on like that, looking forward to five o’clock and then the weekend and then your two or three annual weeks of paid vacation time, day in day out, and that’s what happens to your life.”

the bit players, the maid carrying the tray, the butler, the cowboys in the bar, the third girl from the left in the nightclub. They’re all immortal to me.

confused by the lines. There had been countries, and borders. It was hard to explain.