Status Updates From Bitter Water Opera

"I put my car window down and let my fingers ride the wind."

"he gave me leaflets that explained orchard growing, perennial care, and other things. I thanked him, so overwhelmed by his casual kindness that I almost teared up."

"and the list of caretaking tasks expanded in their urgency so that a chasm grew between them and the possibility of me completing them. I couldn't do it on my own. I didn't even cry, just stared from beneath the blanket like a dead person."

"Whatever had surged within me on the pond was gone. [...] something had peeked from behind a tree -a hand or a long tail -long enough for me to spot it, before tucking itself away again."

"my limerence to be in the future, limerence for the so-called beauty of the past, limerence for other places I had no business living in, limerence for stew when I was eating pie, a limerence so strong that I was always in a world that didn't even exist. [...] a growing of a second person inside myself until I never said what I meant nor knew what I wanted."

"How did I end up here, and why didn't I have anyone to talk to? I felt singed by panic. I could've had Peter -but I couldn't have, because I desired someone else, and with them I would desire yet another."

limerence- mental state characterised by intrusive thoughts and idealizations of being in love.

"or Jean Rhys, whose absence went on for twenty years before released Wide Sargasso Sea."

and here is when I learned that good morning midnight was published waaay earlier that I thought and the polemic that she suffered after so I'm gonna keep reading her novels and a biography probably.

"I hadn't told anyone where I had gone. I'd vanished, as I always wanted."

"Inside was cold and quiet. Downstairs was a living room, a small country kitchen, and a long wooden staircase. Various recesses held tall solitary candles. Rooms furnished with simple wooden furniture, Harmmershøi-esque.
I tired quickly, made myself a cup of nettle tea from the cupboard above the kettle, and went upstairs. I got into bed wearing only a T-shirt, under four blankets covered in dust." noted

and at this point is when I learn that marta becket is a real person. u have a new fan.

"His hand was large and he'd take mine to tuck into his coat pocket. He'd knock on the window of my office to show me a page in his book.
[...]
Yet something was always crouching at the door, a large shadowy shape."

even if it doesn't last I suppose, if it is like this.

"from a place that had winter"

Shane Hollander hometown, taking presence in a book that has nothing to do with him once again

"saffron and cardamom foam, frozen roses dipped in black salt." noted

"Only the members of the church could touch the walls. Their fingerprints remained there forever. Marta placed her hand onto the wall when the rest of the tour group moved on to the next room."

"We were sitting in the backyard eating watermelon, our sticky hands speckled with dried paint."

"I had a poster of Baryshnikov in my room and listened to Tchaikovsky in the bath."

THE GUY WHO SLAPPED CARRIE???

"Her mother was melancholic and her father lived elsewhere. Their house was made from dark wood, stained glass, and French doors. Outside were woods, and in the woods there was no sorrow, only dew, stars, and bugs."

"'Somewhere that won't be ruined by a sour conversation'"

stone tape theory

"Dallhala in Sweden...; Red Rocks Amphitheatre in Colorado."

morally horrifying but yisus to watch something in those places...

"Another was about sisters who made plum preserves for an entire town after a string of mysterious deaths."

before or after the deaths did they start making jams??

"Was this doom? I sat on the pink tile of the bathroom. I only remembered each day as it occurred."

well Jean Rhys hello once again didn't thought it will be this quick