emily’s Reviews > Sons, Daughters > Status Update

‘—I had the little piece of plastic with which I could cross borders while driving—I could exceed the speed limit without fear that—officer would give me a hard time about anything more than my speeding. Once I sped just to test this. My name corresponds to my picture, my picture meets your expectations, your expectations are a guarantee that I exist—we have fled to the seaside—nobody knows—the air—smell of salt—’

‘Their friendship dates back to discovering the world—before they’d taken on their life roles—a special kind—the kind we have w/ people we’d never hang out with if we’d met them as grownups—because grown-up friendships are oft friendships about roles—I understand him—I despise him—I’m sickened by his simple world and the space he takes up—w/ admiration—You look at me with surprise, I feel—We start chugging rakijas’

“There isn’t much that sets us apart here in this way of life, personality is fragile - exposed to all the sepses, embolisms, blood clots that crawl like vulturous worms toward the lungs. There's no longer any material evidence here of our lived lives, the things that make us special find no reflection in anything but the horror in the eyes - yet go on living through all sorts of belongings and clearly defined roles”