“Growing humidity is concealed behind a trapdoor of secrets.”

"People will call her what they will, but none of the names we have for her can describe how happy I imagine her to be."

“His compositions reinvented classical music, perhaps because he no longer could hear what others were creating.”

On the train back to Grand Central, the city itself did not feel enough for me. I longed for the presence of another human being—a person I can touch, feel, and shelter with—to save me from the coming isolation of the second wave.