Status Updates From When the Museum Is Closed

Empathetic to the point where she feels sympathy for frozen blueberries and can imagine being the sushi on a sushi train.

"Lonely? You’re the one who’s lonely.” Her voice was cold and hard as a rock. "You’re the one who can’t leave this place behind. You can only live within these walls, bound by your own rules."

"But are you really living now? Listen to me. What you need isn't a good night's sleep to escape your reality, it's to go somewhere where you can be one hundred percent awake."

“The touch lasted no more than a second, but the moist warmth of his fingertips rendered me immobile. I could be the recipient of this warmth from others, if only I allowed it. As long as I remembered that nothing lasts forever.”

“They were all ordinary things, yet their presence felt elusive, like they could all disappear without a moment's notice. Everything had a place to return to.”

”Am I going to pay for this someday? For being a coward, for not going after what I want?”

“Where words end, there is only despair. […] In the end, they will always expose our differences. Words help build a bridge, but in the length of the bridge, we learn the distance to the other shore.”

“I still found it hard to wish my head around the idea that a person could write down words, send them off into the world, and somehow those words would land in the hands of the person for whom they were intended. That people did this every day without thinking twice astounded me.”

“All I had to offer were trivial, meaningless games of the imagination. Nobody could take them away from me, but they were also of zero value to others.”

“All the words. People got mad at me long time ago for talking too much. I talk too much about nothing, they said.”

“When I'm in love, I find myself wishing I could live forever. Either that or I wish everything would end, right here and now.”