i>“The city, despite all the ways it pushed callouses into her, softened her tolerance for cold. She used to spend whole days in snowy woods, lost and a little stoned. Now she stays on the path as best as she can, for a few hours at most. She feels her blood heating up as she takes step after careful step, keeping a pace that is more habit than intention. Her feet break through the crust of fallen snow, lost for an instant below the brittle curvature of the trail. A shell cracking. Her thighs sting from the cold, and her sweat freezes on the hair of her brow. Where she had been engulfed in the landscape as a child, she is now caught in her body’s reaction to it.”
*“They listen to the radio.
Leave it all behind. Forget your life before. Make up your mind, live for now! The previous song had the same message: risk everything, do something adventurous, follow a devastatingly handsome young white boy to sure and certain heartbreak. Cut the strings that hold you.”
a quiet (despite its moments of transmisogynist violence), many-layered, skillfully executed book, especially for one so short. although the main part of the narrative is set in the winter, it feels more autumnal to me somehow — so much so that I was considering making seasonal shelves and trying to sort books based on their vibe. thinking about silence and water and being in a body and setting the world on fire. Reply