“At first, sending the confession by real mail had felt like a genius device. I would not have to sit by my… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Was this what the city would look like when knowledge was no longer enough? When the desire to turn inward, surrendering entirely… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“For a while this seemed to do the trick, and I felt that whatever contamination I had helped to spread, the boundaries… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“The city is tricky. The highs are so much higher, but in the lows you drop straight down again to bedrock. It… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Man with goatee. Man who looked like a Beatle. All the Beatles at once. Woman wearing newspaper hat. I'd grown used to… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“And yet how treacherous, I thought, after such neutrality, bordering on indifference, and occaisonally open hostility, when the whole city finally seemed… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“It was to do with the glazed look that always comes over me when faced with somebody who has offended or hurt me and… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I was on the sidewalk, buffering, wondering if it was okay to follow people in real life.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“That night I dreamt about the roses laid at the wrong feet—the feet of the nurse. Each bit of the dream was like a… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I saw a doctor. I went in case there were any remnants of the summer inside me—sticky, slender fish bones that needed to be… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now thought of… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“A neon-pink 3 flickered and instantly disappeared again into the dark. The sight of it on my own device now made me sick. I… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I felt my own self-sufficiency, my own Walden Pond, seeping out of me as if I'd sprung a leak. Self soaked into everything around… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“ Roses are like kamikaze love pilots. Roses are like suicide love bombers. ” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made me sad.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“But you'd hope anyone would feel sympathy if they actually saw someone face to face, pleading for a chance.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“From watching Silvia, I'd learned that one of the worst things about being ill is that most people find your suffering opaque. With this… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
