“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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“And out the bus window, here is my dead world come true, my whole dead world in motion.” — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“It makes me wonder if living under tragic circumstances inflects a person's sentences, irresistibly, with poetry.” — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?” — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“I remember the book I was reading. Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector. I remember because there were so many things… — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won't do anything… — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“I’ve never seen what he looks like but his disembodied voice is almost godlike in the way it booms from nowhere and… — Sara Baume Godlike 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you… — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“And I wonder if any of the road-kill creatures actually wanted to die and threw themselves beneath the speeding wheels. A lethargic… — 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“So it's as if,' I say, 'I'm okay in my own bones, but I know that my bones aren't living up to… — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“My mother likes odd numbers and is suspicious of the even ones. She reads a new book every week and is bewitched… — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.” — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.” — Sara Baume A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking 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 A-line-made-by-walking Copy Share Image
