She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” - Anna Funder
Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.