I’d much rather be hold up with a ball of yarn, tucked inside the safety of the house with my mother. Out there, you must come to grips with the rot and bone, bloom and disintegration. It’s part of the world, this ruthlessness, this severed leg, this sun-bleached skull. I can’t really stand it. All the signs point toward change, and all that means is death. – 140-141

I’d much rather be hold up with a ball of yarn, tucked inside the safety of the house with my mother. Out there, you must come to grips with the rot and bone, bloom and disintegration. It’s part of the world, this ruthlessness, this severed leg, this sun-bleached skull. I can’t really stand it. All the signs point toward change, and all that means is death. – 140-141

– Robin Romm –

The Mercy Papers

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