obsidian gloss

I’m always fascinated by things that turn into phenomenons. Like, why, you know? What is it that strikes a chord in so many people? When it happens, it seems so intuitive in retrospect, like you can clearly see the void that was filled, but the real trick is identifying the void when it’s still a void.”

I knew the horizon could never be caught but still chased it. What I have done is foolish; I had no choice but to do it.

I almost don’t want to admit how much I’ve been enjoying London. The mood is exuberant, isn’t it? I want to say careening. Do you know what I mean? I guess when people are being reminded all the time they might die—they will die—they make more of an effort to be alive.

That Marian did not see as he saw, that she only rested her chin on her fist on the sill and stared moonily down at a stranger and dreamed of flying away from their house where they were safe together, made him feel terribly alone.

It was true they’d always been like two adjacent locks in a canal, one opening into the other, pouring off excess feeling, seeking equilibrium, though she was usually the lock in danger of overflowing and he the one who absorbed excess, rose up as she sank down. People thought being twins made them the same, but it was balance, not sameness, she

He could not make peace with the magnitude of suffering in the world. It registered in him as a wave of heat and tingling, an acceleration in his heart and a lightness in his head—a sensation both puny and unbearable. The only way to live was to shut it out, but even when he turned his thoughts away, he was still aware of it, as one who lives

“Is this all right? Is it what you wanted?” Wallace asked. “I haven’t wanted anything for years,” Addison said. “But then I wanted to swim.”

He kept moving toward her, and she kept moving away, so they traced a circle in the water.