Status Updates From Whale Fall

"The next day, Joan handed me a piece of paper as I arrived at the chapel. I unfolded it, and in the middle of the page was a painting she had made of a racing pigeon. It was completely different to how I imagined. The difference made me want to cry."

Brat Summer? Nah. Whale Fall.

"'Are you married?' I asked her, eventually.
'Oh, no.' She laughed. 'I'm far too busy for that.'
'Busy doing what?'
'Writing, reading, speaking, eating, sleeping.'
'I didn't know you could do that.'
'Do what?'
'Just...not get married.'"