“In the spring of 2020, when the lockdown began, Liz still owned the ax that broke down her childhood front door…”

“He’s not unreasonable, he tells me. But he’s genuinely alarmed by the extent of the first-round edits.”

“The sky peels back like a tinfoil lid and something putrid creeps in...”

“To sew a jacket, one must first imagine it fragmented.”

“Everything was ours, our reality untamed by time and misogyny, and the price we’d pay for living remained alien to us.”

“If ever a saint could be described as not giving any fucks, it would be her.”