City Of Folding Faces

As her arousal ratcheted upward toward a familiar godhead, she was surprised to feel a brief sensation of awe at the fearsome enormity of her own loneliness.

The city had a lonely temperature.

As the cake contained the energy of her own labor, eating it gave her a feeling of efficiency as well as a strange stirring of auto-eroticism.

Had she finally come untethered from the remote control of signifiers? Was she finally free from the automatic tyranny of understanding?

But most rooms are not a color that exists, they’re the relationship of areas of light. If you try to trap such descriptions in containers of syntax, you’ll only get the big, clumpy, ugly parts.

The rare moments of weakness in which he desired beautiful women made his life feel disordered and foreign.

Unlike people, who must sometimes supplement their lack of physical charm with works of great beauty and taste, a plant’s life’s work is its phenotype.

a person who rarely drew attention to herself and seemed to float through life with the gentle pulse of a jellyfish. Mara felt envious of this quality, as her own hypervisibility made her feel deeply obnoxious just for existing. She wished desperately to learn how to live the rest of her life as a ghost.

“Our past failures pave the way for our future successes,