The shadows of the massed black pines were lavender in that bright light, and I walked with Valerie a while, down the familiar labyrinth of shovelled asylum paths
writing becomes more lyrical as esther "gets better"? am i grasping at straws here? i'm noticing a pttern
Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them.
girl i wish
dawn-pale streets
beautiful wording
murky, comfortable basement apartment in one of the rundown streets
i like this description. i live in a basement apartment as well, but not on a rundown street
They would be saying how awful it was to have people like me in Belsize and that I should be in Wymark instead.
poor self image
Anybody could drop a mirror. I didn’t see why they should get so stirred up.
so casual about this. reoccurring theme
No matter how much you knelt and prayed, you still had to eat three meals a day and have a job and live in the world.
ugh so true
Underneath, the water was green and semi-opaque as a hunk of quartz.
i love the way she writes
I couldn’t stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.
reflective of the time
but Eric said it would be spoiled by thinking this woman too was just an animal like the rest, so if he loved anybody he would never go to bed with her.
madonna whore complex. i wonder how he views his mother?
Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.
how pretty
It flew straight down from the sky in drops the size of coffee saucers and hit the hot sidewalks with a hiss that sent clouds of stream writhing up from the gleaming, dark concrete.
this line is so beautiful. i never thought of wet concrete as gleaming and dark. i wish to see the world in vividly descriptive terms