“And so we started to learn about their lives, coming to hold collective memories of times we hadn’t experienced.
We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind dreamy, so you ended up knowing what colours went together.
We knew the girls were really women in disguise. That they understood love and even death.
And that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
We knew that they knew everything about us.
And that we couldn’t fathom them at all.”
-The Virgin Suicides.
"What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself".
Basically, what we have here is a dreamer.
Someone completely out of touch with reality.
When she jumped,
SHE PROBABLY THOUGHT SHE COULD FLY
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