lustyargonianwarrior

“(on grief) And you do come out of it, that’s true. After a year, after five. But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life.” —Julian Barnes, Flaubert’s Parrot— The time is timeless, but modern. The space is in the form of a coffee shop. There is a sense of familiarity here. Not so much a comfortable familiarity, but an unconscious familiarity. This is a place that seems to be pieced together by pur