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

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

she doesn’t remember. It slipped into some sort of void, as so many things did,

“Conscience does make cowards of us all,

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

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

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

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

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