‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Monday, August 07, 2017
George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo
'The scraping of winter branches against winter branches could be heard.'
