Writers & Lovers

One conversation can destroy my whole morning

I’m both the sad person and the person wanting to comfort the sad person. And then I feel sad for that person who has so much compassion because she’s clearly been through the same thing, too. And the cycle keeps repeating. It’s like when you go into a dressing room with a three-paneled mirror and you line them up just right to see the long narrowing hallway of yourselves diminishing into infinity. It feels like that, like I’m sad for an infinite number of my selves.

I’m both the sad person and the person wanting to comfort the sad person. And then I feel sad for that person who has so much compassion because she’s clearly been through the same thing, too. And the cycle keeps repeating. It’s like when you go into a dressing room with a three-paneled mirror and you line them up just right to see the long narrowing hallway of yourselves diminishing into infinity. It feels like that, like I’m sad for an infinite number of my selves.

There’s a particular feeling in your body when something goes right after a long time of things going wrong. It feels warm and sweet and loose

For a moment all my bees have turned to honey

Those geese are already home.

‘You spend enough time at the racetrack, you know your horse, okay? You always know your horse.’

‘It’s always a choice between fireworks and coffee in bed,’ Fabiana says. ‘It always is.’

You don’t realize how much effort you’ve put into covering things up until you try to dig them out.

you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them