Kristine’s Reviews > Everything Sad Is Untrue > Status Update

IMAGINE YOU’RE EVIL. Not misunderstood. Not sad. But evil. Imagine you’ve got a heart that spends all day wanting more. Imagine your mind is a selfish room full of pride or pity.

Memories are tricky things. They can fade or fester. You have to seal them up tight like pickles and keep out impurities like how hurt you feel when you open them. Or they’ll ferment and poison your brain.