There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you arenโt even a memory, youโre only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and time will divide them as well.
Anthony MarraHer father was the face of her morning and night, he was everything, so saturating Havaaโs world that she could no more describe him than she could the air.
Anthony MarraFrom personal experience, I completely agree that it is often easier to go for monotone sadness. When I was starting out, I wrote a gazillion short stories that ran the gamut of human suffering - drug addiction, child abuse, terminal illness, loved ones dying by all manner of misfortune, etc. In hindsight, it's clear that I mistook the power of the situation for the power of the story.
Anthony MarraShe was fluent in four languages and yet her fists against the rusted hood were the fullest articulation of her defeat.
Anthony Marra