Status Updates From The Unfinished World and Ot...

"the world doesn’t need our stories. The world is doing just fine without a plot."

So far have enjoyed The Cemetery for Lost Faces and Thirteen Ways of Destroying a Painting

No one, says her aunt, is responsible for the way they come into this world. But men often forget that. It doesn’t do to dwell on the past, she said, and she shook her head. It’s the women who usually have to remember that.

He needed a child who would remain impartial in the face of accurate observation, for without it, what did we have but the terrors of the imagination? It wasn’t that her father had no use for imagination—indeed it was essential to his work, to creating the final spark of life. But he also knew what a terrible dictator imagination could be, given unbridled freedom.

She wonders how many rags she’ll go through, how many surfaces have to get clean before she can finally empty herself of the past. She doesn’t know about metaphors but she knows that even the smallest human vessel has boundless storage for sorrow.