Status Updates From Stoner

Delightfully melancholic, a nearly perverse examination into mundanity and that quiet life so many fall into.

“He thought of his parents and they were nearly as strange as the child they had born. He felt a mix pity for them and a distant love.”

OMG!!! The prose in this one is so crisp and beautiful!!! 😫

Reminds of Szalay’s ‘Flesh’ 🥰

She must have been planning her departure for some time, Stoner realized; and he was grateful thar he had not known and that she left him no final note to say what could not be said.

even Grace, or the certainty of losing Grace, that keeps me here; it isn't the scandal or the hurt to you or me; it isn't the hardship we would have to go through, or even the loss of love we might have to face. It's simply the destruction of ourselves, of what we do?