Becky Stephenson

“Moths are in love with the moon. It’s their map to the sky. Their anchor. Their guide. But then we replaced the moon’s glow with cheap lights and lies – and moths can’t tell the difference anymore, get fucked up for it, spiral on anything that feels real, then crash into the wrong thing. That’s the part they don’t put in poems. That’s the tragedy. Moths die not from craving, but from confusion. They were just trying to get home. Maybe that’s the truth of us, too. We think anything that shines brighter must be the real thing. We keep mistaking a kitchen bulb for the moon. Even if it’s not. Even if it burns. Even if it hurts. Even if it kills. The wrong thing still feels better than being lost in the dark.”
― Nicole Fiorina, Call Me Baby: Side A

“As awareness grows, appreciation grows too. As appreciation grows, so does empathy.”
― Jon Young, What the Robin Knows: How Birds Reveal the Secrets of the Natural World

“Reality only happens once."
(P. 48)”
― Iain Reid, I'm Thinking of Ending Things

“Pretty much all memory is fiction and heavily edited.”
― Iain Reid, I'm Thinking of Ending Things