Remarkably Bright Creatures: Curl up with 'that octopus book' everyone is talking about

It is here that I bury my treasures. What sort of treasures comprise my Collection, you ask? Well, where to begin? Three glass marbles, two plastic superheroes, one emerald solitaire ring. Four credit cards and a driver’s license. One jeweled barrette. One human tooth. Why that look of disgust? I did not remove it myself. The former owner wiggled i

It’s the same exact bowl of fruit. Like, they must have moved it from unit to unit with them.

Are they pumping hallucinogens through the ductwork here?

Once your soul was soaked though with grief, any more simply ran off, overflowed,

Some trees aren’t meant to sprout tender new branches, but to stand stoically on the forest floor, silently decaying.

I have achieved something akin to contentment. Or, perhaps more accurately, a temporary abatement of misery.

Every piece of Erik was a fresh loss, even his ill-gotten artwork.

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Tova wonders sometimes if it’s better that way, to have one’s tragedies clustered together, to make good use of the existing rawness.