Status Updates From Little Deaths

Quit. Depressing AF

“And then he thought of himself at 15, 16, sitting at his desk by the window wondering about other small towns, cities, places he never go, people he’d never meet. He remembered the overwhelming need to escape. And the fear that he wouldn’t make it, that he’d wake up at forty and find himself with a job at the mill and a wife he couldn’t talk to.

Maybe he and Ruth weren’t so different .”

“He imagined Ruth as a teenager: coming home in the early hours, climbing through her bedroom window. He saw her leaning out into the blue night air, her heart still beating to a distant music. Waiting for her life to start.”