Enid

“then she ended up spilling orange juice all over her shirt and she thought: I deserve this.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the corners of the streets, the gratings of the windows, the banisters of the steps, the antennae of the lightning rods, the poles of the flags, every segment marked in turn with scratches, indentations, scrolls.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“We'll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“The Museum of You is now open for business, every piece of you hung up on a wall, laid bare on a table, harshly lit and awkwardly described.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory