When we are sad-at least I am like this-it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. Your descriptions of the desert-that oceanic, endless glare-are terrible but also very beautiful. Maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all. The light of long ago is different from the light of today and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn. But when I think of you, it's as if you've gone away to sea on a ship-out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths, only stars and sky.
( Donna Tartt )
[ The Goldfinch ]
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