"mattress as thin as a cheese slice, blanket as bobbled as fresh white bread"
i will use this image in everything i ever write goddammit
"There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea."
after the fall, this was no longer true. names became detached from things; words devolved into a collection of arbitrary sign; language had been severed from god. the story of the garden, therefore, not only records the fall of man, but the fall of language “
paul auster, the new york trilogy
inspired by fionn