Status Updates From O Lustre

“There were days like that, when she’d understand so well and see so much that she’d end up in a gentle and dizzy drunkenness, almost anxious, as if her perceptions without thoughts were dragging her in a shiny and sweet swirl to where, to where.”

“She returned home with her face flushed, her arms full of packages — she felt that she was being one of the most truthful people she could be, she was understanding this by the natural and direct gazes of others… She was feeling good, fervently good, as if the deepest part of things were strewing itself in nobility.” Cannot stress enough how no one writes like this. What do you mean! I love you!

“Every once in a while, like a little almost inaudible cry and then silence denying it, she’d quickly gain the feeling of being able to live and then she’d lose it forever in a dizzy surprise: what happened? Though the feeling was fleeting as a perfume while you run, almost a lie, it had been exactly that, being able to live…”