Looking Glass Sound

the old suns and moons and constellations turning within.

There’s so little to be glad about but there is this – this one small thing – that he died surrounded by flowers with the sea shining blue before him.

The moon is a lamp, glowing under the sea.

The moon is a lamp, glowing under the sea.

To Pearl it seems so strange and logical – that the best way of treating damage is to cover it up.

Down here she can smell the Pelletier place. She’s kissing distance from its bones, its body.

There’s something creepy about opening a door to a place that’s open to the sky.

The missing, it’s worse than pain. It lives inside me, it eats me like a parasite.

One terrible thing about being almost blind is that you can’t scan people’s faces. You have to learn to read silences, to breathe the feelings coming off people’s skin.

I think, ordinary things are wonderful.