Maria

“Where is my fucking sense of eventuality actually?”
― Claire-Louise Bennett, Pond

“One sets off to investigate you see, to develop the facility to really notice things so that, over time, and with enough practice, one becomes attuned to the earth’s embedded logos and can experience the enriching joy of moving about in deep and direct accordance with things. Yet invariably this vital process is abruptly thwarted by an idiotic overlay of literal designations and inane alerts so that the whole terrain is obscured and inaccessible until eventually it is all quite formidable. As if the earth were a colossal and elaborate deathtrap. How will I ever make myself at home here if there are always these meddlesome scaremongering signs everywhere I go.”
― Claire-Louise Bennett, Pond

“If we have lost the knack of living, I thought, it is a safe bet to presume we have forfeited the magic of dying.”
― Claire-Louise Bennett, Pond

“Quite often I’m terribly disappointed by how things turn out, but that’s usually my own fault for the simple reason that I’m too quick to conclude that things have turned out as fully as it is possible for them to turn, when in fact, quite often, they are still on the turn and have some way to go until they have turned out completely.”
― Claire-Louise Bennett, Pond: Stories