Status Updates From A Minor Chorus

“It was any old weekday and we were in the middle of a genocide. No one, however, lived differently because of this, not even us, the captive and killable. Or was it that we’d never stopped running, that we couldn’t distinguish between being alive and living furtively anymore?”

“Maybe this was why I wanted to write a novel: to be reminded that not even my puny life with its puny preoccupations and miseries was mine alone to shoulder. I want to be reckless, which is to say unsentimental, with my suffering.”