Monday October 31, 2016
From an interview question
Tell me a little about how tired you are and how your eyelids feel a hundred and seventy pounds. Tell me a little about the space in your chest where your heart used to be. Let me build you a symphony of ache and break. Let me sing you the saddest song in the world of your choosing. Let me tell you it will all be okay, because it will be, it is, it does, easy does it.