“Stranger: If you had to summarize your philosophy for life in one sentence, what would it be?
You: everyone’s hibernating.
Stranger: and what happens when they awaken?
You: amnesia. or hypnosis.
Stranger: how does one go wake up
You: by getting their teeth pulled. teeth as runes. a fortune told.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.”—
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times, it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not me.