“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
“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
“I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.” — 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
“But nowadays I feel guilty that I am granted the immunity of the artistically gifted, having never actually achieved anything to prove… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But now I am beginning to understand we all become tyrants beneath our own roof slates. Or maybe we don't; maybe it's… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Our toys were sixteen or seventeen; only the very eldest were in their early twenties, because, apparently, I didn't envision anything of… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't.… — 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
“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
“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
“And yet, here I am. Perceiving everything that is wonderful to be proportionately difficult; everything that is possible an elaborate battle to… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The director of the Road Safety Authority comes on the radio to tell me that today is the day of the year… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“At first I wonder if they are brothers; now I remember to wonder if they are robbers or rapists or murderers who've… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I tried to think of a vice I want to sacrifice, and ended up reasoning that I need my bad habits, desperately,… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But I know I will do neither; nothing. I have all the time in the world, and yet, I can't be bothered.” — 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
“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
