nana

“I explained to her the way I felt I floated up out of myself and observed the whole thing loosely, from a distance. I explained the way i felt no better or worse after doing it, only an overwhelming sense of having missed the point.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“I pressed my face to her chest in the too-soft place where the skin was still intact and felt I understood the way the surface of the world is thinner in certain places. That these places are where the strange, true things escape.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“When she was a child, she had inherited a ratty canvas tent which her mother had allowed her to drag down from the attic and sit inside. The thrill of a pretended journey had been enough to entertain her for days at time, zipped up with her books and a beakerful of cramberry juice, imagining strange shadows dancing on the fabric walls. You liked it because you liked four walls around you, her mother told her later, you liked to have things where you could see them - your little books and toys and pencils - to zip them up with you and keep them close.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“The sensation was not unlike the slip of missing a step, or the realisation that someone you are having an emotional moment with is much drunker than you'd thought they were.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow