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There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction- every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights

— Dec 05, 2025 09:12AM

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Tal is on page 128 of 288

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

— Dec 16, 2025 08:47AM

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Than plan after plan started leaping through my head, like a family of scatty rabbits.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three… nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn’t see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.

— Dec 15, 2025 11:55PM

Tal is on page 118 of 288

And I made a point of never living in the same house with my mother for more than a week.

— Dec 15, 2025 11:03PM

Tal is on page 117 of 288

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

— Dec 15, 2025 10:41PM

Tal is on page 114 of 288

As the house grew more familiar, I slunk still lower. I felt it was very important not to be recognized.

— Dec 15, 2025 09:26PM

Tal is on page 100 of 288

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

— Dec 13, 2025 05:42AM

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The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

— Dec 12, 2025 09:35AM

Tal is on page 77 of 288

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

That woman was a masterpiece

— Dec 11, 2025 08:54AM