Liz M’s Reviews > A Boy's Own Story > Status Update

if I imagined complete despair I pictured it as an emptying of the theater, a feeling that the stalls and boxes would never be peopled again

the world seemed so unreal, the stage transected by lights, it's fourth wall missing in order to afford a view to shadowy spectators.

we hear [first love's] fleeting recapitulations all our lives, brief echos of the original theme in a work that becomes all development

The night, intent seamstress, fed the fabric of water under the needle of our hull.