Lex Hargis’s Reviews > Friends of the Museum > Status Update

“He was dead to you, years ago. Over nothing. Nothing! The way he wrung his tea bag, the clicking of his jaw, the pub lunches. Grinding the gears, bellowing on a long-distance call, it drove you mad. These days when you look in the mirror and watch yourself pull on your coat with a secondary flick exactly as your father pulled on his coat with a secondary flick, you hate yourself exactly as you hated him.”

light afternoon reading

pool reading 🏊‍♀️