“It happens so quickly, I barely feel my feet stepping off the ground. Hours pass like minutes, moments of silence stretching and stretching into meditation. That’s what this is, a moving mediation.”
“This is my world. Or part of it. But sometimes, most of the time, it feels like my whole world. This little beach, this tiled room, it closes in on you, engulfs you. And the people and places outside of this beach seem so far away, so unreal and dreamlike.”
“It was the Dead Letter Office, where all undeliverable mail was examined and ultimately delivered or terminated. The job was easy enough. Read the letters and see if you can pull any information from it that will somehow connect the letter to the receiver or to the writer.”
“It had become a habit of hers: argue with Jeremy, look down at the finger where she had long been expecting a ring, stew about both Jeremy and the absent ring, repeat.”
“There is the definite memory of being here before, of dancing like this. You do not remember it as yourself, but as someone else. You do not remember it at all, and then you do.”