Micaela Wilner’s Reviews > Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow > Status Update

“It’s tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It’s the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.”

“Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard? He had certainly never mentioned persimmons before. My god, she thought, he is so easy to love.”

“Tell me i don’t know you, Sam thought. Tell me i don’t know you when i could draw both sides of this hand, your hand, from memory.” 🥲

my heart is hurting