Burnley

“The thousand dresses, laid out so reverently that afternoon, flecks of dust brushed off carefully in doorways, hems gathered up for the carriage trip: where are they now? Is a single one museum-displayed? Are some few yet saved in attics? Most are dust. As are the women who wore them so proudly in that transient moment of radiance.”
― George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

“Cruel, Clever Cat.

Sally, having swallowed cheese,
Directs down holes the scented breeze,
Enticing thus with baited breath
Nice mice to an untimely death.”
― Geoffrey Taylor

“Strange, isn’t it? To have dedicated one’s life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one’s life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one’s labors utterly forgotten?”
― George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress.”
― Fredrick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass