And there is so much time to be endured, time heavy as fried food or thick fog; and then all at once these red events, like explosions, on streets otherwise decorous and matronly and somnambulent.I'm sorry there is so much pain in this story. I'm sorry it's in fragments, like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force. But there is nothing I can do to change it.I've tried to put some of the good things in as well. Flowers, for instance, because where would we be without them?
by Margaret Atwood
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The quote reflects on the heavy burden of time, likening it to the oppressive weight of fried food or thick fog. It contrasts this persistent weight with sudden violent events that disrupt the otherwise tranquil and orderly environment. The imagery evokes a sense of chaos that can emerge unexpectedly, highlighting the fragility of normalcy in the face of distressing realities.

The author expresses regret for the pain present in the narrative, recognizing its fragmented nature, reminiscent of violence and loss. Despite this sorrow, there is a conscious effort to include beauty and positivity, symbolized by flowers, suggesting that even amidst suffering, there are elements of hope and resilience that must be acknowledged.

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