AUTUMN

“She's 68 now, and although she knows the idea of being put out to pasture is a phrase others associate with obsolescence and redundancy, for her it conjures lushes green fields filled with buttercups where she's free to roam.”
― Florence Knapp, The Names

“But how does she know if she has been changed, or if she just so much wants to be changed that since it happened, she has been pretending?”
― Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

“And sometimes it seems clear to me that the normalcy most of us cling to so stubbornly—assuming it like a cloak against the changing weather—is also a paralysis. A blithe insistence on the continuity of daily life. It must go on, it can’t go on, it goes on.”
― Lydia Millet, We Loved It All: A Memory of Life

“The earth, from here, is like heaven. It flows with colour. A burst of hopeful colour. When we’re on that planet we look up and think heaven is elsewhere, but here is what the astronauts and cosmonauts sometimes think: maybe all of us born to it have already died and are in an afterlife. If we must go to an improbable, hard-to-believe-in place when we die, that glassy, distant orb with its beautiful lonely light shows could well be it.”
― Samantha Harvey, Orbital