Ray

“There is no truth. Only a version. Aversion. A verge. A vengeance.”
― Paul Tran, All the Flowers Kneeling

“I missed her so much that I wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. I wanted to see her sitting in a vast stone chair in Hyde Park, enjoying her view. Everybody passing could comprehend how much I miss her. How physical my missing is. I miss her so much it is a vast golden prince, a concert hall, a thousand trees, a lake, nine thousand buses, a million cars, twenty million birds and more. The whole city is my missing her.”
― Max Porter, Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

“Grief felt fourth-dimensional, abstract, faintly familiar.”
― Max Porter, Grief Is the Thing with Feathers