Alexander: I very heavily feng shui-ed my flat and in the process came to remember that the sun shall forever rise in the east. Maybe it’s the Yerba Mate, but I feel… well, not addled with malaise or cravings for non-vegan Haagen Dazs. Even Simon and Garfunkel aren’t eliciting their usual doldrums.
depression
Alexander, on stock characters.
Alexander: I have realised recently that the vast majority of people one meets are simply stock characters in the grand scheme of life’s narrative. The only people worth holding on to are other “writers”. Nearly all of the people with whom I consort are plot devices, nothing more. So now I’m bingeing on Häagen-Dazs, drinking The Botanist out of the bottle, and watching Bridget Jones’ Diary.
Alexander, on old authors.
Alexander: I keep reexamining the words of old authors I love in the hope of finding some semblance of clarity and comfort in their familiarity; yet it’s all for naught, and my ongoing stare-down with the Void has become more treacherous than ever.
Elijah, on sadness.
Elijah: Sometimes sadness makes me very unhappy.
Sisters, on abs.
Delilah: You seem slightly flattened.
Cecily: Flattened how? Empty? Somebody told me that the other day. I think I’m waiting for something exciting to happen and ruining other people’s exciting lives in the process. This is because I am a heartless succubus that enjoys sucking the life out of others for my personal pleasure.
Delilah: Jesus, I was just talking about your abs.
Cecily: How can you see my abs?
Delilah: That was a joke; a line to contrast the near tide of somewhat uncharacteristic personal revelation.
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