"It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over, that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed."
I have to wonder if the protagonist is autistic because this is how I have felt about every transition of my life. Things change, but nothing changed, and, now, we are moving on. A person dies, but absolutely nothing slows down.
— May 27, 2019 08:39AM
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