It’s in those moments of feeling lost and untethered when you suddenly stumble into something that just feels right. It all clicks into place. When you had just been on that edge of asking ‘what the fuck are we doing here?’, and then it all comes into focus in this hallelujah moment.
“She was breathing, not hard so much as fast, rapid, panting almost, still trying to draw on the cigarette which would have been too short to smoke even if her hand had been steady enough to hold it steady, sitting huddled in the chair in a kind of cloud of white tulle and satin and the rich dark heavy sheen of little slain animals, looking not wan so much as delicate and fragile and not even fragile so much as cold, evanescent, like one of the stalked white early spring flowers bloomed ahead of its time into the snow and the ice and doomed before your eyes without even knowing that it was dying, feeling not even any pain.”
William Faulkner | “Knight’s Gambit”