"[...] everyone knows when you've got a terrible marriage, it's like having bad breath, you get close enough to a person and it's obvious."
“She was thinking about the way she’d always taken for granted that the world had certain people in it, either central to her days or unseen and infrequently thought of. How without any one of these people the world is a subtly but unmistakably altered place, the dial turned just one or two degrees.”
“I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.”
“The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it?”
“It was gorgeous and claustrophobic. I loved it and I always wanted to escape.”
“She had never entirely let go of the notion that if she reached far enough with her thoughts she might find someone waiting, that if two people were to cast their thoughts outward at the same moment they might somehow meet in the middle.”
“No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars.”
“No one ever thinks they’re awful, even people who really actually are. It’s some sort of survival mechanism.”
“First we only want to be seen, but once we’re seen, that’s not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.”
“A fragment for my friend--
If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you
Silent, my starship suspended in night”
I stood looking over my damaged home, and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.
Survival is insufficient.