the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“People say that time slips through our fingers like sand.
What they don’t acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin.
These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.”

— David Levithan, Invisibility


@темы: we are all the universe and the universe is all of us