Lit. in the Bay

“And my mind was empty— or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anesthetized wound. I thought only One day, I’ll weep for this. One of these days, I’ll start to cry.”

“I did not want to think that my life would be like his, or that my mind would ever grow so pale, so without hard places and sharp, sheer drops.”

“…when one begins to search for the crucial, the definitive moment, the moment which changed all others, one finds oneself passing, in great pain, through a maze of false signals and abruptly locking doors.”