Megan

“Overhead, the clouds stretch across the sky like some monstrous spiderweb, dewed with stars. Tiny planes from the Mainland whir towards the yellow moon, only to become cobwebbed by cloud.”
― Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

“How there's no going back to whatever version of me existed before ... I read Marguerite Duras's account of a river and its current, a girl, a lover, a mother, of memory's weakness for women and gold lame heels. Or when I was woken up by the news and this planet's despairing chorus-how it dislocates the heart and coaxes cynics and makes a mass out of individuals. Or whatever version of me existed before I met that boy whom I loved for one winter and well into spring, when the magnolias in early bloom looked not just pink but elaborate, ambient, and grand, like my insides were seeable-flowering so forcefully, like nature cautioning me: Durga, this won't last.”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“How many versions of happiness involve a smile? Are determined by feeling fulfilled?”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“There are so many photos I’ve never seen and questions I do not ask, because seeing them and asking them, I worry, precipitates an end.”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays