“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“How I adored to draw as a child, a teen; all my life before I began to try and shape a career… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“My only chance is to pretend it's a day like any other; to keep the despair only as great as on all… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The worse things get, the more onerous they are to put right again. But this applies to every aspect of life.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“It makes me wonder if living under tragic circumstances inflects a person's sentences, irresistibly, with poetry.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“What bothered me was all of the time he wasted by drumming, and all the time I wasted by listening to him… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The entrepreneurs are only about my age, probably younger, but they don't seem so. Their tailored clothes and unbending hairdos, their clipboards… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“. . . buzzed up by the knowledge that none of my family knew where I was, who I was with nor… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Did it do me any good, early in life, to believe so many things which were not true? Or did it damage… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“There really isn't much wrong with me,' I say, 'it's just that, well, I'm not like other people; I don't want the… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“There's a table with some catalogues and a guest book in the corner; there are artworks. Today, I need so badly to… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I never went downstairs to join my housemates around the television. I cooked dinner later than everyone else and carried the plate… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“And out the bus window, here is my dead world come true, my whole dead world in motion.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“My phone doesn't ring and the doorbell doesn't either and I begin to wonder whether I am still alive.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Everything is very nearly over. And so none of the normal rules of behavior apply. And so none of my actions can… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“After college, I started working in the gallery and found myself surrounded by a whole new set of people who had not… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But no, now I see I never meant to Ben what Ben meant to me. If there was anything I said which… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I can't remember the name of the piece, or the artist. Maybe it wasn't even an artwork. Why must I automatically assume… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The last time I went out at night in the city was almost a year ago. It began with anxiety, then I… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The entrepreneurs are only about my age, probably younger, but they don't seem so. Their tailored clothes and unbending hairdos, their clipboards and laser… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“. . . buzzed up by the knowledge that none of my family knew where I was, who I was with nor when I'd… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“My phone doesn't ring and the doorbell doesn't either and I begin to wonder whether I am still alive.” — Sara Baume Copy Share
“The last time I went out at night in the city was almost a year ago. It began with anxiety, then I was pleasantly… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.” — Sara Baume Copy Share
“Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I drive towards… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“Why must I test myself? Because no one else will, not anymore. Now that I am no longer a student of any kind, I… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?” — Sara Baume Copy Share
“We rarely saw each other outside the walls of the gallery, but inside its glaring white spaces, to exorcise the tedium of the tasks… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“Everything is very nearly over. And so none of the normal rules of behavior apply. And so none of my actions can have consequences.” — Sara Baume Copy Share
“It happens so seldom; I must catch and keep this slender yearning, a rare beetle in a jam-jar trap. But mustering will is not… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“Though I am naturally curious about people, I'm also naturally uneasy when they are right in front of me; when I am right in… — Sara Baume Copy Share
“In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you gave her… — Sara Baume Copy Share
